Boxing Day 1984 (just ‘celebrated’ my quarter century against Stoke!) Dad took me in the wooden Platt Lane benches. Was in absolute awe of the stadium, the crowd, and was deafened almost when Jim Melrose scored for City.

Nearly half time, Dad gives me some money for a drink, and I walk, backwards, up the tunnel, so not to miss any of the action, not noticing the enormous shadow about to cover me! Cue nine year old lad walking into the neck of huge horse!!

Needless to say, the idea of a drink quickly left me, and I sprinted back to my seat!

What a day!