I was eleven years old,and thrilled that my uncle was taking me to my first football match, and it just happend to be City v United,in those days Maine road was a ground share for both clubs.
It was a bitter cold day and we had travelled by bus from Ashton-under-Lyne,and all the way my uncle was brain washing me,telling me what great team Man united were.
We arrived early,and my uncle got me to sit on the wall behind the Goals,the players came out,everybody is shouting and clapping,so I joined in,this big man came towards me and he was holding a ball in each hand,I said to my uncle “look at that”when he arrived at the goals he through the balls to the other Players,and came and shook my hand,I looked at my uncle in amazement,It was the King himself,the great Frank Swift,I became a blue there and then,even before the game had started.