My first game was the Manchester derby in 1989, when we beat United 5-1.  My dad played for City as did my granddad before the war, so I suppose it was inevitable I was going to be a blue, but before the game I was wondering if I should support United or City.  That said, after such a great game and City performance there was no decision to be made.  I went with my uncle Ged and sat in the back of the North Stand where there was a bit of trouble, and the game was delayed for a good while when the players were taken off the pitch.  I remember Sparky scored a blinding volley and started a mini comeback but then City’s next goal was pure class.  It was a brilliant day.

- Ricky Hatton