My dad took me, 5 then and my older brother, 6 to our fist game.

Told we were going a week before the game and a bit too young to understand the significance of the game, the excitement was there nontheless. I remember being worried that I might go deaf if the cheering was too loud!

Maine Road was heaving and walking through the narrow alleys through towards Platt Lane was pretty daunting amid thousands of people.

The place was full; people standing in the aisles. I remember being lifted up when we scored. What a day and game to start it all.

A day I will never forget; City ’till I die!