My 92 was mostly between 87 and 91. In 87 I'd done about half a dozen aways with Everton, and I got the bug from a guy I used to play footy with who'd done all 92. I did 85 or so grounds over those four seasons while still having my season ticket, basically I lived for it! I'd do two games in a day sometimes (morning-afternoon or afternoon-evening) if the times worked out. I used to always stay over for one night on a long drive, see the town and have a few pints - great way to see the country. Some I did on my own, but I had two mates who liked to do different grounds who came to some with me.
I actually adopted Bristol Rovers as my second team after really enjoying being in with their fans a couple of times. So much so that I actually went to see Rovers away games at Blackpool, Huddersfield and Crewe even after I'd already done the grounds, because I was following their promotion challenge! When I went to Northampton (the old cricket ground) I was killing time in a record shop before the game, with my Rovers scarf on (yes, I bought one!), and I got in a conversation with the shop owner and a Northampton fan for about 20 minutes - I knew so much about Rovers that they were none the wiser that I wasn't an actual fan! I think what did it with BRFC initially was the simlarity - team in blue, in the shadow of their rich red neighbours, all that. It felt like home!
I had some terrible times (Gillingham and back at New Year in arctic conditions to watch Wrexham lose 1-0, drinking endless soup just to keep my hands warm, Hartlepool drawing 0-0 on a waterlogged pitch), but some great ones (Torquay, Exeter and Plymuth on Fri-Sat-Mon over Easter weekend, Sunday down to Lands End and three piss-ups in three different towns; Partick Thistle in 92 shortly after I met my missus, our first weekend away, in Lanark; Watching Barnet get beat 7-4 at home by Crewe in their first league game; seeing Burnley lose at Crewe to almost go out of the leagueout of the league, and leaving 5 minutes early when David Platt scored for Crewe and it got really heavy in there) - good times, really good times.
If you're single and like the travelling, it can be a real journey that you never forget.
Oh yeah, at Mansfield for my 88th game - when I went onto the almost empty home terrace, only for this old guy to come and stand right next to me, because that was his crush barrier and he'd stood there for 50 years! Talking to him about footy all game and eating his Werthers Originals! He'll be dead now, nice old chap...
I'm getting nostalgic now!