I can remember my first game, my dad used to cycle from Salford to Maine Road this one particular day he sat me on his bicycle crossbar and off we went,we got to the ground and i can remember him leaving his bike in a backyard at the rear of the Kippax Street, i was lifted over the turnstile to gain entrance and i remember being passed over peoples heads to get to the front where i was sat on the wall behind the goal in the scoreboard end. I couldn’t beleive how the big blonde goalkeeper could pick the ball up with one hand and i also recall the strong smell of liniment coming from the players ,at the start of the second half the big blonde goalkeeper gave myself and several other children some sweets – fantastic, my hero Bert Trautman.