Early 1966 in the school playground on a Monday morning, a second year watching a mate in a sky blue and white scarf and looking like he was getting a hard time of it, surrounded by a group of 8 lads from the same year.
I went over and stood by him
They were rags, as obnoxious then as now.Taking the piss out of him for wearing a scarf, 95% of the school were rags, I was not into watching football but he was. A blue through and through and proud of a team led by Mercer and Allison marching out of the old second division as Champions.
He was facing them alone and I joined him, we stood them off.
I was a Blue from that moment, this was a fight worth fighting. Manchester at that time was dominated by the bastards, just a few years after Munich and our club were treated as a non entity, to see a Blue scarf was a major event.
Within 3 years the world had changed, we became Allisons "young guard" and we dominated the League, the Kippax had found its voice and we feared no one.
I have never left them, always had a dream from those days that we would dominate European football, held onto it during the dark times and now so many years later believe that I will live to see it.
We are a cult club and have always been beyond the understanding of the idiot media.