Rather ironic really, that the first football match I ever went to was against Southampton at Maine Road, and the last match at Maine Road was the same fixture… Neither me or my dad can remember the score but one thing I know is from that day on, blue blood ran in my veins. Being a city fan i my house wasn’t ever a choice… the first thing I wore was a Man City baby grow, and I do specifically remember having a huge Georgie Kinkladze poster in my room that I used bow to. All that aside a two year old stood in the kippax absolutely bewildered by everything going on around him is quite a nice thought for me, and being that Im still a season ticket holder but now in the south stand of Eastlands means that I am living proof that our far superior Blue half of Manchester is far more loyal than any other team in the world! BLUES!