i was 5 and a half years old, it was a cold November in 1967 and i was mithering my dad to take me to football with him, so he gave in wrapped me up, i had a little scarf on each wrist one round my neck to match my hat and i insisted on one round my waist, i had seen others dressed like this on tele, off we went, my dad bought some red hot sweets to keep us warm, he lifted me over the turnstiles and i sat on his knee, the match began i was overwhelmed with the noise, i remember seeing colin bell running faster than i have ever seen enyone run.

At half time my dad took to look at the players and mancger at the tunnel, joe mercer spoke to my dad and shook my hand, i was more up in the air than on my dads knee as city beat Leicester that day 6 0 and i was shot up in the air by my dad every goal, i remember thinking do i have to be thrown about every game, i soon learnt that wasn’t the case, however we did win the championship that season so what a start i had. sadly my dad died 6 years ago, we went to city together ever since that first day, now i go with my 70 year old mother. my hero from the 70’s was rodney marsh i met up with last month.