When I was young my Mam would not let me go to the footie. I remember my first game like it was yesterday. Me and a mate wnet to Maine Road to watch the Blues v Boro. I was only 14 and did not know what to expect. We walked up the stairs at the back of the Kippax and saw the pitch for the 1st time, a truely awesome sight. We sat on the bar over the old Piccadilly radio 261 sign but a lesson was soon to be learnt. Booth opened the scoring with and the crowd surged forward. I was pushhed off the bar and fell on some poor bloke. I apolgised and ran back to my mate. I never sat on the bars again. Gerry Armstrong (I Think) score two for Boro and it looked all over. We left the ground about five minutes before the end only to hear a massive roar. We ran back in through the gates between the Main & North Stands to see the players congratualting Tueart. My love for CITY took on a whole new dimension. My Mam found out that I had been to the game and grounded me. It had a happy ending though as she made mt Dad take me from thern on. Needless to say 30 years on I nearly always stay to the final whistle.