March 1970, versus Derby at Maine Rd, I was eight years old. Seeing the pitch and the players, I particularly remember Colin Bell and Glynn Pardoe, for the first time seemed like fantasy. Don't remember too much about the game, other than we lost 1-0 and it could have been two when Terry Hennessey hit the bar with an overhead kick. But the result didn't spoil a momentous day. I remember the strong smell of cigars and, from then, each time I smelt cigar smoke I though of Maine Rd. Being eight, the Kippax kind of swallowed me up and a stranger stood next to us took pity on me and sat me on his shoulders. At half-time, he went to the loo and never came back! I guess I was heavier than he thought, but I'm grateful to him for giving me a great view for the first half. I'll never forget that day, I loved every minute of it.