I cannot remember my first game I was so young. But I do remember my Dad going down to London for the cup final in 1976, when I was 5. He must have arrived home in the middle of the night, but when i woke there was a brand new City scarf drapped over our sofa. 32 years later that scarf is still on display around my neck.

My Dad died 3 years ago and i still choke singing Blue moon without him. My daughter went to her first game this year though, the 3-0 win over West Ham, then returned for the 3-0 win over Stoke. With this run of luck she is now being paid to attend the Derby.