I was 14-years old, a boy from Salford in United territory, but thanks to my best mate a blue through and through. On my first match at Maine Road, the pitch was full of snow and an orange ball flew around the players heads and feet. The smell of cigars in the main stand, the blue scarfs and flags and the Kippax swaying stuck in my mind! The atmosphere was electric and the big named stars, and my idols that I had only seen pictures of, were in touching distance. Bell, Doyle, Summerbee, Corrigan, Watson to name but a few, and City won 2-1. I kept a scarp book of City’s games from that day, win or lose, until I could afford a season ticket, which I have now held for 27-years.