the first match I went to was with my dad on the 29th April 1959 aged 11, against Leicester. We were in the Main Stand. All I can remember is We had to win our match and Aston Villa had to lose against West Bromwich Albion. There match kicked off 15 min earlier than ours and I remember a man kept us informed by running up the steps to the scoreboard and putting the latest score up. I will never forget the atmosphere and especially the noise when it was announced that Villa had been beaten. I went to a couple of more games with my dad the following season( he couldn’t afford a seat all the time and would not take me to the standing part.Sadly he died in the January of 1961 and I talked my mam into letting me go on my own in the February of that year. I have been going to City ever since, My daughter has been going since she was 3 and now my two grandchildren go. I still look back on my first match and thank my dad for taking me.