My Dad and Godfather were both originally from Glasgow and settled in Manchester - Cheetham Hill - via Leeds where he met my Mum. They were both staunch Loyal Orange Lodge members and, of course, fanatical Rangers fans. I was born in 1967 and when I first started to become interested in football (about 1972 - I was 5) my Dad and Godfather decided my team for me. Apart from Rangers - of course - there was only 1 choice for them.
They took me to Maine Road. Why? I'm not too sure about the history behind it but City were perceived as the Protestant club in Manchester and allied to Rangers and Unit*d were perceived to be Catholic and allied to Celtic.
Maybe they yearned for the Sectarianism of Glasgow but I never found it like that at all and I also think they realised for a young lad supporting a team over 200 miles away would never be a great connection (hmmmm.....)
Since that time I've been a blue through thick and thin, let's be honest more thin than thick but we're improving on that. Although I was a Squaddie and away most of the time I still managed to get to games. My proudest moment was taking my lad at 6 (I think) to Maine Road where we managed to get tickets for his first game after coming back from Germany. His first game, all face paint & ice lollys, was against Sheffield United where we hammered them 5-2 and his second game was one where we hammered someone 7-something in the League cup (I forget who it was against). Obviously both in the Dickov/Goater era watching from the Platt Lane, behind the goal. I thought to myself, ok, 2 games in - 12 goals scored - bound to stay a blue.
He is still, at nearly 21, a huge blue and goes to more games than I do exiled in the North East - he also has many more posts on here than me - he can give you his name if he wants to save him embarrassment. Actually maybe I should just upload the pictures of his first game to flush him out ;-)