The weather was warm and I was 10 years old. City played in a maroon striped kit. We had barely seetled in our seats when City scored (Joe Hayes I think) Everyone jumped into the air and hugged each other. It was so exciting for a young lad. I had missed the final the previous year as I went down with tonsillitis in our London hotel.
My other memories were of my (then ) favourite player Bert Trautmann being injured (no subs then) and Dave Ewing protecting him , kicking the ball all overthe place.
At the final whistle I was hoarse but so pleased. It was a long wait till the league win (I saw every home match and most away games too,) But nothing was quite so exciting as that May day at Wembley back in 1956