Going to school in the mid 60's when we started to play football on the park, I was wearing my sky blue shirt with absolute pride, and all around me were wearing red tops.
I was the only one with a City shirt on, and I had to explain who Manchester City were to them, but I didn't care.
I was proud as punch to be different from the crowd. I was Mike Summerbee dancing down the wing, and yeah, I always treasure that memory.
Being the only blue in a sea of red, it makes me laugh now, all those questions about my sky blue shirt. I wasn't alone a few months later.