Well when I was too young to know what damage I might be doing to myself in later life, I used to support Man Utd - ie before I was too young to actually go to football matches and therefore needed a team I could watch on the telly, and my cousin supported them at the time which helped me pick them to support. I did actually go to a few Man Utd matches, I remember going to Hillsborough a few seasons to watch Wednesday get stuffed by them, and at that time in the mid 80s you could support the other team and sit with the home fans, so there I was in Hillsborough's South Stand, surrounded by what I would later come to know as Pig Fans, and dressed from head to toe in a Man Utd kit cheering for Man Utd!
So what the hell convinced me that instead of supporting the "greatest team on Earth", I should start supporting one of the shittest?!
When my dad was in his youth, him and his mate just used to support Yorkshire teams (ie they'd go watch Sheff Utd, Sheff Weds, Leeds, Barnsley). In fact he said he'd taken my mum to see Leeds vs Man Utd in the 70s which was pretty exciting (and fucking stupid if you ask me but hey)! But he started going to football matches when he was a young kid and his step granddad was the one that took him (as his dad wasn't around any more). His step granddad was a Sheff Utd fan so that's who he, and my dad, used to go and watch.
So Sheff Utd has always been the "family team" and when I was old enough to start going to football matches regularly my dad started taking me to the Sheff Utd matches with him (I've actually tried to work out what my first match was cos for some reason I thought it was against West Ham and when I checked we were both in League Two at the time in the 89/90 season where we got promoted). But even tho we made it into the top league, it just meant that as a 8/9 year old I was being subjected to sitting in the freezing cold watching boring football and getting beaten most weeks. The only people at the time who supported Sheff Utd were the ones in the ground. All my mates at school supported Wednesday (who at the time were one of the best teams in the country) and pretty much everyone at the time who was deciding which of the two Sheffield teams to support (if they had no family ties to one or the other) picked Wednesday. I was fucking outraged that I had to go and watch Sheff Utd lose every week! It took me a good while to stop supporting Man Utd (my dad got us tickets to go to Old Trafford very early on in my Sheff Utd life, but sitting with the home fans as Sheff Utd had sold out - we scored first and were nudging each other but then Cantana undid us and we lost 2 - 1, suffice to say I was cheering with the rest of the Man Utd fans come the end of the match!). I also spent about a year demanding to support Wednesday like every other sane person at the time (but I think I got over that pretty easily cos we kept beating them so I got to gloat at school quite a lot despite them always challenging for top of the league and us battling against relegation)
So now after about 20 years of going to watch Sheff Utd (about 15 years of which have been with season ticket), I'm pretty much a brainwashed, biased and obsessed Sheff Utd fan. And guess what? I still fucking hate going to watch them but it's just something I do every week because once every blue moon it gives me one of the biggest thrills I get out of my life!