I remember it all too well, sadly.
Before Neil died he used to coach an under-16s Sunday soccer school at a school in Bramhall, Stockport. I got invited along by a close friend about a year before Neil passed away and ended up going to a few sessions. He taught me a lot about football. My friend was close with Neil and his family, especially his wife Carmen.
We drove up to the gates of the school on a Sunday morning in December 2010 and there was a note pinned to it saying Neil was unwell and that the soccer school would be closed for the foreseeable. We had no idea he had cancer until the news came through that he was terminal. Obviously me and my mate were devastated.
So I went to that Leicester away game, with thousands of us wearing the black and red scarves. Of course we were playing Leicester - the universe has its way. I hoped Neil would at least last long enough to see us lift a trophy but sadly he didn't. He was the first person I thought of when Yaya scored against Stoke at Wembley.
It was only after he'd died and I'd grown up a bit that I read Catch a Falling Star. I know him and the club didn't have the best relationship, and I know it was a different era for retired footballers, but I do think he was left on the scrapheap a bit. Sadly because of this I do think he's been a bit forgotten by the club.