My first game at City was in the mid fifties. My dad took me to see a reserve game v Barnsley. Up to this time, I had been a United supporter like all my mates, but after this game, I was a true Blue though and through. The game remains vivid, as it was a game in which Jack Dyson was making a comback after his broken leg, when right in front of me, a heard an enormous crack, and his leg was broken again. Fond memories but very sad ones also.