My Grandpa had got a box at maine road through work and another for Sheffield Utd on boxing day the same year. it was the last sunday game to be played at maine road. it had been agreed that my brother would go to the bradford game and i would get to go to sheffield. however this later changed as my dad thought that the sheffield box wouldnot be as good as the city box so i was to go to the bradford game with my dad, uncle, grandpa and people fron his work. i remember him telling us a story of a guy he knew who had cut his fingernail so that it made things easier to flick (bizzare, i know) any way when the betting psheets came round my dad got me on his knee and went through the sheet with me asking me various questions about what i think would happen. ‘who will score first?’ he asked
‘Goater’
he put goater to score first on he sheet
‘What will he score be?’
‘3-1′
he marked 3-1 on the sheet.
i clearly remember Kevin Horlocks strike from the edge of the box after ali bernarbia played him in from a freekick. when the match had finished, the winnings came round and my uncle had won a lot of money and after the various people had recieved their winnings nothing came my way so i ’subtlely’ reminded my uncle of my bet
‘what about me? i bet i would be 3-1!!’
he ended up chucking £5 my way. i still dont know if that was the right amount. but that was my first city game. ever since we moved to the CoMS, i have always tried to get there