My parents are season ticket holders at City, but whilst we were growing up they took a liberal, laissez fair approach to football, like the bleeding heart Guardian readers they are, haha. Such an approach is anathema to me now that I\\\'m a father myself; the second my son tells me he wants to support United, or indeed anyone that\\\'s not City, is the day he\\\'s old enough to fend for himself. I\\\'ll have to show him the door, that\\\'ll learn him. Regardless of age. Anyway, I digress.
As a result of this approach our kid ended up as a United fan (the red sheep of the family, as I politely call him - my real term of \\\"endearment\\\" for him isn\\\'t appropriate for a family forum, especially one that I know he reads), and in my early years (3-5) he tried to sway me to the dark side. Luckily I was so apathetic about football then that his advances were spurned. After that my best mate at primary school encouraged me to be a Liverpool fan, but it wasn\\\'t until my dad took me to City v Liverpool (Boxing Day, 1986) that I finally fully embraced City, aged 8. We beat the 4 times European champions 1-0 thanks to a Clive Wilson goal, and my mind was made up. If we can beat Liverpool, we must be brillliant, right?
Cheers, dad. Every crushing defeat that we\'ve endured subsequently I hold you fully responsible for. I wouldn\\\'t have it any other way though. That what does not kill us, etc and so on.