For some reason, a game that sticks in my mind is a trip to watch us play Wimbledon at Selhurst Park. I don't recall much about it except we got beat and the quality of football was absolutely dire.
I remember being on the train home thinking the best part of the day was looking at the book shops of Charing Cross Road, and having a scran in a little Italian place near Leicester Square which used to do the best value for money meal south of Trent. And that led me to think 'You must be fucking mad spending all that money to follow City. Can't you take up something more enjoyable, like stamp collecting?' But next match I was there at Maine Road. hoping something would change. And it did. We got a lot worse.