Dad and his brothers and sisters were born within spitting distance of Maine Road, and at one point one of my uncles lived on Maine Road in a house belonging to Manchester City. I was born and bred in Chorlton and City were my family’s team, but I didn’t pay that much attention at first, mainly to irritate my dad.
That is, until the 1981 Cup final, and I watched it with my cousins, dad and uncle and we all cheered and sung so much that I lost my voice and I couldn’t go to school the next day.
My ma wasn’t best pleased as I was only 8 at the time.
I begged my dad to get me a season ticket and take me with him, which he did, and I have been a season ticket holder since then.
I think the 1981 Cup final was a good place to start because it introduced me to the highs and lows of being a City fan that I have been experiencing ever since.
Over the years girlfriends have come and gone but City remains in my heart.
First printed in: MCIVTA Newsletter #1222 on