The 1969 win marked the day I became a Blue. Not because at 6 years old I wanted to back the winners but because of the little old man in the hat and mac, Joe Mercer. They can't do it nowadays but there was an experiment with interviewing the managers during the game, as there were no action replays. Joe, whilst still trying to control everything at pitchside (Big Mal was in the stands, serving a ban), eloquently gave good responses to the interviewer as he tried to keep his eye on the game. I thought "he'd make a brilliant grandad, him" and that was that.
Within 3 years, a full City home kit - none of your Spall or Bukta imitation crap either, a full-on Umbro kit with iron-on no.10, sewn-on coat-of-arms-in-a-circle badge, the works - first visit to Maine Road and I was enrolled in the Blue Army. It's been mostly tough over the last four decades or so but we're all going to get our just rewards, hopefully starting tomorrow.