My first real memory of City is my dad placing me on the wall of the Kippax with a pie and a cup of bovril. We played Liverpool and it was freezing. It had been snowing and Bruce Grobblar had been taking a lot of stick from the Kippax. Liverpool scored and he threw a snowball at us, as many had made there way onto the pitch. We were beaten that day, but the atmosphere and humour of the fans sucked me in.