I was about 10 years old and I lived in Old Trafford so in theory I should have been a United fan. I had only ever been to 1 match before over at United’s ground. The memories of that day somehow were not cemented in my mind.

By chance of luck a staunch City fan managed to get me a ticket for a match at Maine road and I went along with him. It was a fantastic day when I watch City put 6 past Coventry and from then on in I was known as the lucky mascot. It seemed for years that whenever I went to a match City would win and win convincingly.

I can still see a City fan to this day gesturing toward the coventry fans as he held up his hands to simulate 6 – 1 to the Mighty City.

City till I die….