My first visit to a City game was when my loving husband bought me tickets for the Play off against Gillingham on the 30th May, 1999. Why did he buy me tickets ? Because it was our anniversary and he needed to be there and and with me !. Amused, I was not , I did not do football in any shape or form. Reluctantly I went to London under the bribary of shoe shopping if I did the football. WE arrived at the old Wembley stadium and the crowd were alive, I had never experienced an atmosphere like it. Still football did not excite me.

As the game progressed and the first half remained goaless, I soon found myself joining the avid fans sat on the end of my seat and biting my nails(~ manicured of course~).

In the 81st minute when Gillingham took the lead, I felt the dissapointment that could lay ahead and as the game progressed the dismay deepened I felt the emotion and found myself crying as we faced relegation. But I soon understood the statement not over till the fat lady sings as I saw City turn the game around in a nail biting finale.

This experience for me was the best anniversary present I could have wished for and has secured a now , life long passion for football, seeing my Saturday afternoons take a turn off the high street and into the Stadium to watch the best football team in the world x Who needs Jimmy choo when you ve got City xx