1968 – I was 7 years old.
A night match – City versus newcastle. The Kippax was crammed, the old floodlights blazing,
the scoreboard end and the half-time scoreboard scoop. A Wagon Wheel and a Bovril. Late into the second half, City one nil down and then we equalised. The crowd surged forward, the roar sounded like an explosion, the passion, and the emotion erupted all around. That was it: From that day forward nothing else could ever compete. A ‘Blue’ was born…