My earliest memory of a City game is the 1964 farewell to Bert Trautman. This game came at a time when the team were struggling and yet over 60 000 turned out to say goodbye. I had been to other matches but this one sticks in my memory. A night match with the contrasting colours of turf, sky and floodlights it was unforgettable. My clearest memory is the massive pitch invasion at the end of the match. I and many others ran onto the turf just to get the most out of the evening. I clearly recall quite a few hanging from Bert’s goalposts attempting to break the bar and carry it off as a souvenir. Happy days.