The season of 1954 I was taken to the swamp by my dad because I'd nagged him about seeing Matthews,Mortensen and the rest of the 1953 Cup winning team.I knew about Man City because my dad had been a supporter since the late 20's and I was indoctrinated since I was 3 or 4.So Blackpool were playing 'nited at the swamp.The 46 bus from Woodhouse park to Barlow Moor road,then a bus to White City.Saw the team that had set the game alight in the previous May Cup Final against Bolton.Watched in awe as an eight year old would,seen them on the telly,now in the flesh.Game over,asked my dad "Can I come again," "Not bloody likely your off to Maine Road with me next saturday".So the love affair began.Joy,deep depression,Cups,championships,Wembley,Prater Stadium,San Siro.to the relegation woes.Where oh where was the assassin on the grassy Knoll to shoot the kerb crawler from Luton.Scoreing a fist ful of goals at Stoke and going down.The phoenix that is City rising from the depths of dispair against Gillingham,to the Sheik arriving on his magic carpet.Enjoy the future you young guys,remember where we've come from.Pride in Battle.