I was taken to Maine Rd by my eldest brother and saw City defeated by 2 goals to one by Blackpool. As he at the time supported City I became a fervent supported too. But the next time I saw City they went down again to Blackpoool, in a war-time cup final in 1944, again 1 – 2. I got used to the idea that my team could lose but my hero was Peter Doherty and I wanted to go just to see him. Further disaster struck when he refused to stay with City and Derby picked him up for a knock-dowm price. Thereafter I got used to the disappointments of following City, with only the (one) league title and two FA cups to lighten the gloom. The future seems brighter now so I hope they don’t let me down again.