My mate Charlie lived in Dore. For his 11th birthday his dad got him, his cousin Nick and me 3 tickets for the Owls vs Chelsea, April 1968, and told us 3 11-year-olds to find our own way there and back. Charlie cocked up the bus times, and we walked the whole way from Dore, passing the 3-sided Bramall Lane on the way. Wednesday drew 2-2, and we were so mesmerised that Charlie cocked up the bus times on the way back too, so we walked the whole way back as well.
Hooked from then on.
Had a girlfriend in Grindleford for a while in the 1970s-80s, and went to university in Sheffield because she was at PE College at what was Lady Mabel, Wentworth Woodhouse. That and the Owls seemed like 2 very good reasons to go to Sheffield University....
Hung around Sheffield and the Peak District for many years, then went back home to North Yorkshire; never left Hillsborough, though, not deep down...