My dad told me on the Thursday night that I was going with him to the 1956 Cup Final. He had won the tickets in a raffle and we travelled to Wembley on a ‘Chara’ after meeting up with his Beyer Peacock workmates at the Gorton Brook pub. Travelling overnight with this group of working class men, safe and secure in their midst listening to their tales of who was going to score and how many City would win by. The ground was huge and the atmosphere electric, tears shed by grown men at the singing of the traditional ‘Abide With Me’ and a big sky blue and white rosette fixed to my coat..I remember the bravery of our goalie ‘Bert’ and our captain ‘Roy’ holding the cup aloft. My dad died a couple of years later. What an everlasting memory of dad and City, the team I have supported all my life. – Keith