My first game was at Maine Road against Wolves in December 1974 aged 13. As I walked around the front of the ground with my school mate, for the junior entrance to the kippax and looking slightly lost, we were stopped by a steward and given complimentary tickets for the front row of the North Stand. The game ended 0-0 but I got to see my heroes close up and could hear every word they shouted at each other. An unforgettable day, all because of a kind steward who spotted two “lost souls” and gave a helping hand!