I was a nipper of 5 in Aug 1965 when my Dad took me on an adventure.It was my first visit to Maine Road and it was under the floodlights that fascinated me every time we drove past them. I dont remember too much about the game,but remember Wolves Golden shirts and the noise of the crowd,and sitting on the tunnel wall in the kippax holding on to my dad,and thinking this is the most exciting place in the world. It still is !