I remember very little of my first game, I have no idea who we played, I don’t know the date, all I know is that I met the first real love of my life. He had speed, he had style, he had the best haircut I’d ever seen. Ignoring the more glamorous players, I instantly adored David White. Having asked my dad if he was married, I ran down to the tunnel to meet him. I was 4. My love for David White passed, but not for City. I’ve been a season ticket holder ever since.