On a bitterly cold winter's night I stood shivering with pride. I was watching Heart being hosted graciously by Victorian Premier League side Oakleigh Cannons at Jack Edward's Reserve.

Standing next to the fence a few metres from the pitch, I turned around to look at the many others who were eagerly awaiting kickoff. Heart chairman Peter Sidwell and CEO Scott Munn stood close by, happily discussing matters with supporters and officials alike. Injured players Kristian Sarkies, John Aloisi and Wayne Srhoj were also nearby, more than happy mingling amongst the faithful being subjected to a steady drizzle.

Earlier in the day I had ventured out to a café in Oakleigh to meet Kristian and Wayne; chatting to them about their careers and why they too had chosen the A-League's newest club. The result of the match was pleasing but expected (MHFC 5:2 Oakleigh), with a difference in class allowing Heart to withstand pressure, keep possession and create multiple scoring opportunities.

As I drove home with the car heater blasting out welcome relief, I felt quietly chuffed that the first match I'd witnessed had been a winning affair and that key forward Gerald Sibon had scored a hat-trick (including a ripper 35 yard free kick).

Six days later I made the two hour drive out to Morwell (Gippsland, Eastern Victoria) for Heart's first ever clash with A-League opposition (Newcastle Jets) on Victorian soil. Once again it was a ridiculously cold night, every breath of air shooting out of the mouth like steam from a boiling kettle.

I stood close to the pitch, right behind Clint Bolton's goal ankle deep in mud. He was extremely focused on his goalkeeping warm up with coach Peter Zois but still managed time (once finished) to come up and have a chat. The appreciation and value the club has for its fans was again displayed when head coach John van't Schip strode across the pitch during the players warm up to thank us for making the journey.

We were able to ask him about the captaincy (which had yet to be announced) and he explained that Simon Colosimo was voted by the playing group and Matty Thompson would serve as his vice. He thanked us once more and returned to the technical area. Despite the result (Heart 1:2 Jets), I returned to Melbourne in a jubilant manner, having shaken JVS' hand and seen Sibon score once more.

A week later and the club was set to play against English Premier League opposition: Everton. This time, I was warm, sitting in a padded seat next to my mate and elevated above the pitch on the second level of Etihad Stadium.

This was the biggest game in our fledgling history, warranting my decision to immediately buy tickets (despite the ridiculous price set by Everton). The Melbourne Heart Supporter's Association had hosted a function with the Everton Supporters Club Australia; allowing the faithful to share love for their respective sides.

I once again felt proud wearing my Heart scarf, surrounded by Evertonians who passionately talked about the rise of youngster Jack Rodwell, how unlucky Ian Turner is to not be playing regularly and whether Louis Saha's contract should have been extended by more than two years.

I shared the exact same connection and sense of dedication to my club as they did but I felt luckier as I'm able to see my players play in the flesh every week.

Basically what I wanted to express and build upon from my last blog was the passion and connection that I feel with Heart, regardless of where I travel, what conditions I'm subjected to and who we're playing against... bring on August 5!