I remember being six years old, my sister was going on a school outing to watch City at Maine Road. I went with her and my dad dropping her off at School, I hate to admit this but at that time I was a United fan, not through choice (through a forceful grandad) the mini bus about to leave a place on the trip becomes available, my dad a massive blue had a great idea I would go and see a real game of football. So I went, dreading it some what! It was a cold October im sat in a starnge place with people singing and shouting, wow it was loud! The game hadnt even kicked off! My sister could see i was slighlty intimidated. Next minute i Know I am at the front of the platt lane stand getting Andy Dibbles autograph! The match starts and the cold sets and city just keep scoring I didnt know what to do! By the time the second half arrives I am well into the game and feeling happy, This team can play and the fans are amazing im thinking dad why arent i a city fan! On the fourth and last goal i actually had goose pimples on my arms. I had never been to a game of football before and had not known what to expect. This must have been a sign I wasnt even booked on this trip but here i am and have thoroughly enjoyed it! From then on my head and heart were City. I asked my dad to swap teams. He said dont do it son you will be in for a life time of misery. I am 28 and have blue blood without doubt, the best thing i did was go to that game. I have been going ever since home and away. Thank you to the boy in 1988 on a cold dreary October in beautiful Manchester for not turning up for your school trip, I owe you!