My first memory of going to see City play was in 1946. O had been asking my father who was a diehard city fan (as was his father before him) to take me with him to see my hero frank Swift play in goal. I think it was April when he agreed to take me, to see City play Leeds United.
We set off from macclesfield station into the then London Road station, then caught a bus from Piccadilly to Maine Road. walking to the ground, queueing up to get in at the Platt Lane end I was mesmerised by the crowd, and the atmosphere was fantastic, but to my utter disappointment the great man did not play. City won either 5-0 or 5-1 and that was it for me, I was City til I die. I did manage to see Frank Swift quite a few times the next season when City won the second division championship.
It is still a family affair, both my daughters and two of my Grandsons are city fans, and long may it continue.