I can’t remember when my first match was but I do remember being on the Kippax in pouring rain in a crowd of 85,000. However my most vivid memory is of going by coach to the Cup Final. We arrived in London well before lunch and decided to have a walk round. It was a hot day and my feet were getting sore so I bought a pair of open sandals and off we went to the match.

When City scored their first goal my husband jumped up in the air and landed on my bare toes (all 6 ft. 14 stone of him). We were standing behind the goal where Bert Trautman broke his neck and I shall never forget the way he soldiered on and the protection Dave Ewing (who always got stick from supporters for his clumsiness) gave him – a truly heroic performance from both of them!