My first game was when i was 8 years old. It was the second leg of the 1st round of the league cup. City had been drawn against Notts County and had already given themselves a 2-0 lead over them in the 1st leg.

I traveled down to Maine road with my father, very excited, it was like xmas to me. Wearing my shirt and scarf proud, we headed through the turnstiles and up into the Kippax Stand. I stood and waited in anticipation for the players to come out. A few minutes later out the tunnel they came. The next 90 minutes were a bit of a blur, from all the jumping and cheering i was doing. City came out and dominated the game, winning 7-1. Notts County’s goal went unnoticed by the City fans, and i believe even the team, a poor goal chipped straight over Nicky Weaver, was no match for the mighty Blues. City were through to the second round of the league cup, with a 9-1 aggregate thrashing upon Notts County.

I remember leaving the stadium, i didn’t want to, i had to get home for school the next day. “Don’t expect that every week son” my father said to me as we got back into the car to make the trip home.

That day i became a true blue, and returned many times to Maine Road, and now Eastlands, and will make the trip to my holy Manchester, as often as i possibly can.

C.T.I.D