I've had a busy week and so apologise for commenting so late, or for any unnecessary repetition.
I remember the night I met Nelly like it was yesterday, although it was a good 15 years ago. We sang all the old songs that night. It was the first charity dinner arranged for him courtesy of James H Reeve and the Fat Gobby One [OJ, mate].
The entire '69 final team were there, save for Tony Coleman who couldn't afford to get back from Australia [I believe he's even had to flog his medals since]. That's all you need to know about the esteem in which he was held by his team mates.
I was brought up in the same streets as he was, played on the same footbal pitches and probably walked down the same back alleys to get to the the Kippax turnstiles.
It's a shame that we won't have another sound South Manchester lad fighting for the cause next week in Stretford [unlkess Jonno makes the bench, of course].
Unlike any other City player I could ever think of [and I 've known a few], Nelly represents what it is to be Mancunian and Blue.
RIP