My Earlest memory of seeing city was at Maine Road in about 1967 against Burnley. Tony Coleman had been felled by a Burnley palyer and had hit him a coupemof times on te floor in retaliation The ref cam over just as Tc was heping the other guy to his feet and dusting him down….the ref booked the Burnley guy.
Second recollection was at Old Trafford when taken by uncle avid red uncle to watch the derby from the Stretford End. I was passed over the heads of the supporters and sat on the touchline. That was the day Glynn Pardoe broke his leg. We moved to Salford in ‘69 and under the influence of school friends and to fit in I watched the Unite dofr a coupe of seasons. On the day the north stand opened (no seats in the first year) my brother asked if I fancied going to the match. We lost 1-0 to Leeds and I realised where nt heart lay and the error of my ways for the previus couple of years.