Well that was a joy to behold.
At 4-0 up watching the best football I have ever witnessed, I was offering thanks to my Dad who 52 years ago, with very little interest in football, decided to take his three young sons to Maine Road. I think it was about spending time with us and giving Mum some space - but there were plenty of other ways we could have done that and if we had, perhaps we wouldn't have caught the bug for City, and live football, or if we had we would have done it without Dad. But for 45 years that is what we did together. He hasn't managed to go for a while, watched it from home and then when dementia took hold forgot how much he enjoyed it.
I'm writing this from beside his bed in a hospital side room. Taking my turn to be with him through the evening and night - perhaps our last time together (but I thought that when I left him yesterday evening and he's still breathing away) But yesterday we had a problem - match or no match? which of us (if any) should go? But his eldest grandchildren told us to clear off, they would sit with him and we should be together watching City - just like he started 50 years ago.
So what a joy! To watch this team alongside my brothers whilst giving thanks to the man who landed us with them. Even in these moments, life is good!