Ok so I might sound a bit weird too, but my dad first took me to watch City when I was 5. As a kid we didn't have much money, my parents were young, but my dad loved us and City. I have wonderful family memories of going to Maine Road and sitting on the Platt Lane benches and to some away games in our blue mini, with balloons and scarfs tied on it to drive to Wembley to watch us beat Newcastle in the league cup in 76. Now I am amazed at the transformation of the team I love. I enjoy going to games as it still gives me that sense of belonging to a collective, almost an extended family and it reminds me of my dad who is no longer here. He would be utterly astounded to see us challenging the best in Europe and holding our own. The past keeps me grounded and I love being a City fan, seen bad times, great times and who knows what will happen in the future? That's the great bit, I enjoy the ride, love my team, love my dad and am so grateful he loved me and brought me up a blue. Ps had a few beers after my shit week at work so sorry if I am a bit rambling.