If you were lucky enough to be born into my generation, 54 years a Blue, you will know that being Blue, was something you wore on your heart with sheer pride.
Colin was the sheer epitome of why we’re proud to be Blue.
He was classy, cool, a thoroughbred of a man.
He was a vastly underestimated international footballer, who did indeed deserve to inherit the name Nijinsky
He graced Maine Road in my halcyon years, and was a massive influence on my youth.
I have been lucky enough to meet him on more than one occasion, and I can tell you he was a warm, measured human being, who always had time to chat all things City to a fellow blue.
I believe I am lucky enough to possess his sacred no 8 shirt, from his injury comeback game against Newcastle United in 1977
I have and will treasure this possession forever.
I don’t mind saying I am balling my eyes out as I write this.
We will never see his like again.
RIP COLIN THE KING
You will be loved and missed.