My first game is a distant childhood memory from 1964; it was a derby game against Bury on Boxing Day the first game at home after the sale of Dave Wagstaffe to Wolves. My over riding memory is of the songs being sung by the Kippax Stand faithful in protest at the sale. I was eight at the time carrying on a family tradition that went back to my Great Uncle who started watching City in the formative years. I remember little about the game it ended 0-0, I spent most of my time running around the half empty Kippax with other young kids.

My Dad and Brother were there standing in the corner between Kippax and Platt Lane with their football mates I use to sit on the top of the wall that formed the tunnel, a great seat. At one game one of the regulars suddenly realised that he had come to the game wearing his slippers! That obviously created a lot of laughter. Anyhow, it certainly hooked me, and from that point, I became a true blue although I had been from birth really. Soon Joe Mercer and Malcolm Allison came and the revolution began.

I remember coming out of Old Trafford, City having beaten them 3-1 on our way to winning the Championship and someone in the crowd said “you know for the first time ever I am actually looking forward to going to work tomorrow” and I sure knew what he meant. Obviously I’ve been lucky enough to see the best years in City’s history and I hope that they will be eclipsed and my son, a forth generation blue, will witness silverware in our trophy cabinet we has fans will have earnt it