I barly remember my first game as i was only 2 years old. I just vaugely remember it was against spur’s i was towards the back of the kippax, being held by my dad and the game was tied at nil nil until the 89th minute when city grabbed the winner i cant even remember who scored just that the entire crowd went crazy jumping, shouting and screaming. I had never been so terrified in my short life and immediatly started crying, my dad didn’t manage to calm me down until we got to the car. However this didn’t seem to put me off and i’ve been hooked ever since through the bad times and the… not quite as bad times.