Grew up in a family of Liverpool fans. So, I hate Liverpool.
Early 90s (maybe 91/92), my oldest brother went to Uni at Teeside and my folks went over to visit him. Somehow they brought back football shirts for me and my other brother. A home and an away shirt. Being the Liverpool fan, he was a spoiled shit about it and I now had two Newcastle shirts. Started from there. I've kinda grown into the misery that came after the initial highs, and I genuinely feel a deep bond with the club and by extension, the region. Shit's weird like that.