Being the son of a CITY player had it’s advantages and at the tender age of 5 years and 8 months, my first vivid memory of watching my father, Dave Watson, play for CITY was the Wembley showdown with Newcastle United in ‘76. The drive down to London was just as memorable, as once e left the M6 and joined the M1 we came across a black and white army of fans. I was instructed by my Granddad to put thumbs up to CITY fans and thumbs down to the opposition, which I carried out for the rest of the journey, receiving the same signals in return, with some fist shaking from the less hospitable of Geordies. Once we arrived at Wembley, I was overwhelmed by the amount of people, the noise and the colours! Blue and white everywhere! I could hardly see anything once we entered the stadium, I was just too small . . and when we Peter Barnes scored the first goal, I was lost under a sea of CITY fans jumping about and kissing each other. It all becomes a blur after that, just too much for my tiny mind to cope with . . I do remember that my Dad cut his face and when we met up after the game, he had stitches just above his eye (which became a near weekly event). I’ve been a Blue ever since, and even though my dad went onto play for other clubs I’ve always stayed a Blue!