My dad was a lifelong Blue. Still had his programmes from 1950's cup finals etc. Took me to my first game when I was 8 (1968) and many games afterwards.
Around 16 music and girls became my priority and I didn't go very often for a few years, but still the odd game with him. Got back into it by going with my then girlfriend's brothers to a few games, and before I know it I had a season ticket in 1983. Dad was proud, and only that he worked most weekends kept him from getting one. He retired at 60, and finally got his. This was in our shittiest days, but we all loved going, the beers, the dark humour .... He was 88 when he had to give it up for health reasons, and it hurt him to do so.
We lost him on November the 9th, just short of his 93rd birthday. He was frail, but still sharp as a tack and followed us religiously. Pneumonia had hospitalised him (not for the first time) and sadly he contracted Covid in there, and he was just too weak to fight both.
I am just so happy that he was able to see the Treble and all the club had achieved to date. I could have gone to Istanbul, but decided I wanted to see the Final with him, which we did at my sister's with nephews and a couple of mates ... It was the right choice.
Miss him so much, especially watching games on TV, and calling to discuss it afterwards.
Cheers Dad.