I remember seeing the players taking the ball up to the corner flag to play out time, so we just assumed the other teams were losing too. We were sat in the main stand behind the tunnel and suddenly, we saw Niall Quinn, who’d just been subbed, running out towards the pitch shouting something and waving his arms. I didn’t have a clue what was going on but everyone else started getting up from their seats and shouting too. My Dad explained to me what was happening, we needed a win but the players think a draw is enough. I’ve never since seen anyone display what Big Niall displayed that day. True passion for the club.

The game ended with us being relegated. It was the first time I’d seen City and I was absolutely devastated. I thought I was a jinx and cried all the way home.

My Dad cheered me up with a McDonalds on the way home if I promised not to tell Mum (who had already starting cooking tea).

I’ll never forget what he said to reassure me that day.

“Don’t worry Son, we’ll be back. This is the best Club in the world and there are no fans like ours, so there’s no way we’ll stay down. We’ll be back soon, bigger and stronger than ever”

Dad was right.

I recall it was a tough game and, despite coming from a family of Burnley fans, I bought a City shirt before the game and I can still see Kinkladze putting the penalty away and the crowd cheering.

After the game we were among the last home fans to leave the ground. I can report that the Birmingham City fans were not very happy with the result that day.