I had been bugging my dad for a couple of years to take me to watch City but he was an admirer of The rags.
I was eight years old at the time and now know that money would have been quite tight, he eventually relented when we drew our hometown club Wigan Athletic in the third round of the F.A.Cup,at Maine Road on the 2nd Jan.
This was a big occasion for Wigan as they were then in the Northern Premier Non League.
There are a few things that stick in my mind about the day, the size of the ground and the immense block of green as we entered at the top of the Platt Lane stand,the size of the floodlights, the smells of tobacco and linament and of the game only two thing stand out,the amount of people that where there and the whole Platt Lane standing as one when they thought Wigan had equalised only to find that Big Joe had saved the shot due to the strikers boot splitting as he shot. From that day my dad finally saw the light and we started to travel to Maine Road on a regular basis and became season ticket holders a few years later, we also followed the blues all over the country and but for him I wouldn’t have had some great days following the boys and had the chance to meet some great friends, he is still with us but doesn’t get to the games now since the move from Maine Road he attended one season at COMS and then handed his season ticket over to my son who is nine, he has now taken his place and we go to every home game and as many aways as we can.
Thanks Dad and we will always be City ’til we die.