my dad got me supporting city by refusing point blank to take me anywhere else. he's risked the wrath of my mam on many a new year by refusing to drink so that he could take me to a far flung away game on new year's day. these trips have included chelsea and newcastle. from about 98 onwards, we rarely get to watch a match together as we've both moved away from manchester so organise our own trips. the 2 matches we've been together for since then were Gillingham '99 and the semi final on saturday. nothing is a problem for him when it involves us going to watch the blues. he's happy to do all the driving while i sit and fill my face.
dad, you're a fucking star and if there's any chance of the final, we'll be there.