In 1953 I was 8 when my dad first took me to CITY and introduced me to the KIPPAX for the first time. This was in spite of the fact that his elder brother ( my uncle Reuben Scott) had played for United before and after the war.

Thanks DAD I got 50 years in at main road and am still going strong in the East Stand together with your grand children and great grand children

Also thanks Dad for letting me go with my mates when you couldn`t make it. I will never forget us standing at the back of the crowd in the score board end just before KO and then being passed/rolled down to the front. We used to enjoy it so much that at half time we would work our way back up to the top move along a bit and then say ” aye Mr can you pass us down again we have had to go for a wee ” – hands in pockets of course holding on to the bus fare home.

Thanks Dad