In the late 50's my dad bought me a football shirt to play footy in. It was a red and white one, red body with white sleeves, I knew nothing about football obviously. Only wore it a few times, was a bit tight, I was an apprentice fat bast++d then, time served now hahaha. Skip a few years to the 60's. Still not really interested in football. Then a lad I knew, the only City supporter in school asked me if I wanted to go to Maine Rd with him and his dad. Well what could I say, it was a wednesday night match and I would get to stay up late even though it was school the next day. My mother hit the roof when I told her it was all arranged. Went to the game, stood in the Kippax, brilliant atmosphere, the floodlights, it was like daylight couldn't believe it. The match was against Wolves 2 - 2 and we got relegated that season but by then I was hooked. Have talked to other Blues and slagged them off rotten but let anybody else start doing that, I don't think so. I've cried and cheered at this team for what? to cry and cheer again. Don't care, they are my team CTID