I realise this makes me in a tiny minority on here, and I really, really hope you don't think less of me. But, and I'm not sure how to say this - I'm not sure how I can put it rationally and sensibly. But when I consider the last 30 years or so and all that went on then, I am forced to a dreadful realisation, one hard to accept. Hard to believe.
How can I put it? How can I confess to such a thing? It means I am no City fan, given the million others who are so much better than me. But, and I know I am skirting around this, I have a confession. A terrible. Shocking confession.
You see...
Oh I can't, I can't admit it.
I must, I must confess.
Oh dammit ok. Here it is. This is the thing.
I wasn't at York away. Oh God, I've said it now. I wasn't there. I at no point watched any of it. I realise I am sent to Coventry. Persona non grata. Excommunicated. Exiled. The only City fan on the planet who wasn't there.
I beg forgiveness.