Me dad took me to my first game when I was about 5 or 6 (1954/5). Sat me on the wall behind the goal in the scoreboard end. Sat there in the sun not having a clue what was going on, some say nothings changed then. When they pulled the Hulme terrace houses down we moved upmarket to Moss Side, me dad wasn’t stupid only 5 minutes from Maine Road. Off and on to games me dad could afford to take then I started diving in at home games free with 20 minutes to go when they opened the gates. Then when started work every home game and quite a few away with Fingland’s (they still around? They used to be the City coach). Joined the army in 67 but still managed to get to home games when not on duty. Then sent to Germany, it was like dropping off the map. Only BFBS to listen to so only heard City once every ‘decade’ even the papers we got were London ones so the only reports you got were when we played in London. Certainly never on tv. Took me nearly 5 months to see Nellies goal in the cup final when it was on Pathe News on the cinema. Did get to see the ECWC final live from Vienna on the tv.
Suffice to say only managed the odd game when in this country. When the rags started winning everything it was insufferable as just about everyone was a f..king rag and you can imagine the stick. Particularly as I was REME and was constantly moving from unit to unit. Left the army in 91 and became a teacher, wages were worse than pathetic but started to get to about a game every 6/8 weeks. Finally when I retired I had a) the money for a value gold ST and b) found out about the Kings Lynn supporters club so could lift share. The rest is history and living in dreamland. It has been a long hard road trying to follow City half way around the world in the days before th’internet.