December 1982 proved a great turning point in my life. My son was born and Mrs KS decided to stop working. So here was me with highly reduced earnings, increased expenses and a large mortgage. No way could I afford to travel to Manchester regularly, especially to watch City nosedive. So I metamorphosed from a Kippax kid (aged 34!) to a stay away. Much regret, but I was hamstrung.
I did, however, see John Bond from time to time, waiting in his car near a local watering hole for the barmaid to join him.
My daughter was born in 1985 so it was not until the 90s and my income had increased that I was able to go again. Er, not a joyous return!
Sadly, my health has now deteriorated to the point where I am a stay away again, but I have the compensation of armchair watching the greatest City team of all time.
CITD, which won't be long now!
So, thank you Sheik, thank you Khaldoon, thank you Pep. (We trashed the rags Saturday, btw!).