I was 9 years old (I’m now…older, work it out yourself!) but I have many memories of my first ever match, against Spurs at Maine road in 1967 (THE season for most living City fans) First of all the snow. We came out of our gate on Yew tree Rd and the puppy we’d just got ran out into the ice and snow(and crowds massing down the road) we managed to get him back inside and I walked with my dad to the ground. I have to admit I don’t remember entering the ground but I do remember the smell, the smoke! My overiding memory – and what’s stayed with me ever since – was the excitement, the sound of the crowd and watching what was – and obviously I didn’t realise it at the time – probably the greatest football match I’ve ever seen, City one down at half time and winning 4-1, that on a sheet of snow that footballer’s these days wouldn’t even walk out on! Summerbee, Bell and Franny Lee – amazing isn’t it how spoilt we were! Of course I was hooked and have been a lifelong fan.

Steve