Despite only being six at the time I can remember the day vividly with my Dad taking me to the match with hopes that I would follow City having lost my older brother to the red half. My Dad bought me a City scarf (which I’ve worn to every game since) and I can just remember hearing the noise from the City faithful and wanting to be part of it. Even though the game finished 1-0 to Ipswich the seed had been planted and I’ve been City mad ever since!