i was 7 years old when i was taken to my first manchester city match by my best friends grandad,the match against nottingham forrest was dubbed as the war of the keepers and i didnt have a clue with only being 7 what in the world was going on of course the war was between citys mighty joe corrigan. and englands peter shilton on the way to the match we were bought a bag of plumbs from the grocerers on platt lane. i was enthralled by all the singing and wave of blue and white as we approached the kippax. we were ushered through the turnstiles and down the steps pushing through the crowd down to the front. and there they were the team i was to support for the rest of my life warming up on the pitch. we were sat on the fence legs dangling through eating our bag of plumbs.