Before i start my proper post can i firstly apologise if this is a long post. Its a story ive wanted to tell for a few days now but didnt know if it was appropriate.
Unlike my son and thousands of sons and daughters out there i wasnt brought up a blue by my dad, grandad or any member of my family. It was actually a family friend who took me to my first city game, but that's another story.
This about my mum....as far back as i can remember my mum would always ask me about city, the game id just been too, gossip etc. This continued right up to me losing my mum 5 years ago.I lost my mum to cancer and even whilst she was in the hospice in her last few weeks of life she would still ask me about city. In the last few days of her life as i sat by her bed i would tell her how we had got on and even though i didnt get any response from her, i knew she was listening to me.
Anyway just before the kick off against Utd i sat in my seat and spoke to my mum, i just asked her to watch the match and smile down on us.I did the same before the Newcastle match and then again on Sunday. I like to think that my mum and countless other lost loved ones where cheering us on on Sunday.
I could never call my mum a blue she never went to a game, but she knew exactly what this great club means to me, so if i may be allowed to,i would now like to call her an honoury blue.
Unlike my son and thousands of sons and daughters out there i wasnt brought up a blue by my dad, grandad or any member of my family. It was actually a family friend who took me to my first city game, but that's another story.
This about my mum....as far back as i can remember my mum would always ask me about city, the game id just been too, gossip etc. This continued right up to me losing my mum 5 years ago.I lost my mum to cancer and even whilst she was in the hospice in her last few weeks of life she would still ask me about city. In the last few days of her life as i sat by her bed i would tell her how we had got on and even though i didnt get any response from her, i knew she was listening to me.
Anyway just before the kick off against Utd i sat in my seat and spoke to my mum, i just asked her to watch the match and smile down on us.I did the same before the Newcastle match and then again on Sunday. I like to think that my mum and countless other lost loved ones where cheering us on on Sunday.
I could never call my mum a blue she never went to a game, but she knew exactly what this great club means to me, so if i may be allowed to,i would now like to call her an honoury blue.