My grandad after finding out I’d been to O.T.just after Munich,(wasn’t I stupid), besides being furious,quite rightly insisted on taking me to Maine Rd at the first opportunity. Alas, it was a filthy day, and I recall sheltering under his coat dripping wet, stood up at uncovered Scoreboard End. The only other thing I remember was that the visitors were Aston Villa, and the result was scoreless. Many years later I discovered a photo of a very muddy Colin Barlow,on the wing, in a book looking back at City’s old games.Putting two and two together, I was very gateful therefore to finally establish that my first match at the great old stadium was April 1959. Fantastic!. I was fortunate to be at Newcastle in ‘68, but missed the ‘69 Cup Final, as the touts were charging £6 for standing tickets.