My first Man City memory dates back to Boxing Day 1977, my first City game and the return from injury of Colin Bell. I walked accross Platt Fields park with my dad with the four towering floodlights firmly in view and getting ever nearer. After negotiating a few alleyways we arrived at Maine road, I was seven years old and the place seemed immense and so exciting with so many people around. Nothing could prepare me though for the noise when the folk hero Bell was brought on as a substitute to a standing ovation. I was in the Pltt Lane stand, I couldn’t see a thing when he came on but the roar from the cowd was nerve tingling and we went onto win 4-0. It was a day I’ll never forget and, I thank my late farther for one of the best farther and son experiences ever. That day my blood turned sky blue. What more can I say but thank you City!