Apart from watching boxing i wasn't interested in any other sport growing up at all. Then 2005 i met my then Girlfriend and she and her family were Rugby mad, she asked me to go 2-3 times but i always said no, then finally went to the 2nd or 3rd home game to shut her up and Boom.....i became totally obsessed. Genuinely completely grabbed me by the scruff of the kneck and slammed me head first in Love with Rugby League and the Wire. I genuinely wish i had gone when i was younger but ahhh well i'm here now

Born in Warrington, my Grandad and Dad had been big Wire fans but I was 10 before I went to my first match.

My Dad gets worked up watching matches and it’s not good for his heart, which is why he stopped going. We also didn’t have a car so it was harder to get to matches.

Originally my neighbours would take me to Warrington Town matches, but one night they were going to Wilderspool and asked me if I wanted to go. I loved it and bought a Wolfpack for £10 the next day.

It's a simple home town club thing for me although to be fair that's been tested as we left for South Africa in 1965 returning to the UK and living most of my formative years in Salford at the height of their success in the early 70s going to school 400yds from The Willows.

To be fair I'd been taken to Wilderspool by my dad and of course a couple of trips to Wembley sealed the deal. I can't wait to get back to the HJ I've a couple of grandkids that need to be rescued from their Salford roots ha ha

Born and bred off Battersby Lane so no brainer. I have nothing but contempt for Warrington born supporters of Saints/Wigan/Widnes.
Regarding the Chester based supporters. I was once leaving Wigan after a game about 10 o clock on a Friday night. I think it was the one where Benny went over from short range through a gap in front of the Wire fans. On the main road out of Wigan we passed two lads with Wire shirts walking away from Wigan, I stopped and asked if they were OK, and they replied that they were heading to the station. I told them they were going the wrong way but to jump in and I would take them to Warrington. They told me that one was from Chester, the other from Flint, so I said I'd get them to Bank Quay so they could get the last Chester train of the night. As soon as I got on the sliproad, the traffic stopped, unannounced work was taking place on the M6. As I sat there watching the clock ticking, I realised that If they missed their train, I would be obliged to take them all the way home. Anyway we just made it back to Bank Quay as all the Wire fans were coming off the train that they should have caught so all ended well. Just surprised at having supporters out there.

Hometown club, my first game was with my class and we were taken as guests of Kevin Tamati who did some small coaching sessions at primary school. Pretty sure that was 1989. I went to a handful of games with my dad and great uncle in between but didn't properly get in to it until I started going to the odd game with a mate around the 1999/2000 season when we got our driving licences.

It couldn't be any other team coming from Warrington and having no ties to any other rugby league club and I'm glad of it, I like the roller coaster I never thought I'd see us competing for anything seriously even up to the first few seasons after the HJ move, I was always really excited when we started to scrape in to the playoffs under cullen just to be involved in the business end of the season. The cup was always special because I always felt that was easily the best chance of a day out at a final even if we lost, so to get there and win a few has been fantastic and the club now is a club to be proud of despite the odd gripe and the team underperforming/ underachieving at times. Expectations are much higher now, but we have come a long, long way since I started watching.

Grew up living next door to Ronnie and Ian Duane so there was only ever going to be one choice up the wire

I went with my Dad a few times then mostly with school age mates .I lived off Orford Lane when i started going & went to Beamont school. What used to amaze me was that ,after getting home ,usually cold & wet, i could get to the newsagents within the hour for the sporting pink & read about all the games played that day.

The good old pink! ...awaits innuendo bingo....

Born and bred just off Marshouse Lane, although I've been in the North East for 30 plus years. I still bleed primrose and blue but from a distance. First clear memory is beating Featherstone at Wembley and wearing primrose and blue jeans. In my defense I was 11 and it was the 70's.

Home town team. I first went with my late brother in law, and then started to go with a mate. We always enjoyed the 7.30 midweek games, as the Priory Street chippy was open after the game. My Dad never took me, but I took him for a game against Leeds at Wilderspool. Couldn't get him away from the Bevan stand bar after the game, as we had a convivial chat with a group of Loiners, that went on for some time. He claimed to be at Odsal in 54, but mum also said that she could never remember him ever going to a game. I never knew who to believe.

I remember going to an evening game against Leeds sometime in the 60s ,third round of the CC & we won 3-2 but despite the score it was a good game played in a quagmire. The horizontal rain & sleet was incessant coming straight over the Spion Kop & chilling the bones of everyone in the stadium.

Was that at the ground end or the Causeway end? It's weird the things you remember, because I never remember going there. I do remember there was a newsagent/off-licence just near the ground and when we were about 13-14 if I went with my mates we would ask older fans to get us some cigs or cans, but we usually gave up after about half an hour of being told to get lost.

It was usually The Hut on Wash Lane, now Cantilever Chippie, after the game for us.