It was back in the late 1960’s when I was about 10 years old. My mate lived close to maine road and every home match we use to hang around the small staff carpark at the front of maine road waiting for my hero colin bell to arrive. Colin let me carry his bag from the carpark to the main entrance every time and just after half time the gates were left open when I was able to enter maine road, mix with the crowds attempting to look over someones shoulder to see my hero. wow all those people, and the singing and clapping and that woman ringing her bell as my bell scored. Now I am 50 and having worked overseas for some years I am reconnecting with my city siting in a stand named after my hero and I am still looking out for Colin Bell to carry his bag. Maybe he will let me one day soon.

Geoff Siddall