It was a cold wet Saturday afternoon in 1966 when I first saw City play, I was 7 years old, I’d not been able to play out all morning because of the weather and I was bored out of my head. My dad who was a regular at Maine rd was getting ready to go to the match, having a bit of dinner, his big coat and flat cap ready to don, chatting with mum about the upcoming game. “Dad, I’m bored can I go with you to watch City” I asked, “no son your too young” he replied, “but dad!” I whined, “no your not going and that is that” he said. That started me off whinging and sulking, I started crying and stomped up stairs and dived on the bed crying at the top of my voice, I think the whole street must have heard me! Anyway this eventually had the desired effect and mum talked him into taking me, “get your bloody coat, you can come” he moaned. He took me in the Score board end ( eventual North stand) and sat me on the front wall, next to the pitch, with loads of other little kids, I dont remember who we played and I don’t remember the score but I was hooked! Credit to dad he took me to every home game from then on, what an era to start watching the blues, Bell, Lee and Summerbee,Coleman, Oakes, Pardoe, Book, Heslop. What great players! What memories! Talk about being a spoilt kid!