I was 10 and had never been to a profesional game of football.I was sat on an iron crush barrier by my dad.We played huddersfield town and lost 4-2 ,don revie scored 2 one a pen.Even so I was hooked and still am.The remarkable thing is that my dad never took me again ,I went on my own on the number 1 bus from didsbury ,arrived at 1-30 to get on the white wall so that I could see and if you had any bother (from say older lads) the nearest bloke would sort them out–oh for those days again instead of all this pc stuff where a bloke would be scared of touching a badly behaved youth for fear of getting in trouble themselves.
Everyone talks about the bell/lee/summerbee side quite rightly but the 55/56 team was very good too and soon after my first trip to maine road we were at two cup finals in two years the second one a win against birmingham city.