My first game was when my dad took me to Maine Road at the age of 5. I remember little about the game, but I remember what seemed like hundreds of concrete steps to get to the terraces and then sitting on a metal bar or white sloping wall to watch the game.

At half time to get to the gents we had to climb down those “hundreds” of steps again and squeeze into a tiny toilet with a primitive trough sewage system.

…and then getting back to the game seemed like an eternity as the steps disappeared in the distance !!