I live in Winsford and still do. I went to watch City for the very first time in the early forties. City had been my team since they won the cup in 1934.With three schoolmates I travelled by train from Cuddington. A bus from Piccadilly and we were at the Gates long before Kick Off. Virtually the first to be admitted to the Main Stand, we watched the ground fill. I had never been so thrilled before to see so many people. I tend to think that we were playing Blackpool. Another first. I had never seen a side play ih tangerine shirts. I had been restricted to watching the old Cheshire League.My alltime hero Big Frank Swift was in goal. Peter Dougherty was playing, as was the man I would always choose to be City’s best ever player. Billy Walsh. I also remember George Smith a wonderfull player to watch,with his damaged arm inside a his shirt and his empty sleeve pinned to his side. They always say once a blue always a blue and nothing could be more true as far as I am concerned.