An Executive Baptism
Being the son of a fanatical football fan means that more than likely, it's a case of when you start going rather than if . In Oliver's case it was always inevitable, although I hadn't planned on it being so soon. The plan had been to mention football as much as possible and tell him everything about the Gills and put it off until he was five years old so that I could build up the anticipation and excitement. On his fifth birthday he would go to his first Gills game - as a mascot, making his Gills debut by leading the side out at the hallowed turf of Priestfield. As always with best intentions and perfectly laid plans, they go awry in amongst a set of strange circumstances. When Gillingham drew Stockport at home in the FA Cup second round it wasn't exactly a tie that caught the imagination, but a home game I would not have wanted to miss. I had decided to go for the pay on the day option, not imagining a sell out by any means! But as the game drew closer I b