Christine Haynes

Why Blue?

I was born into a family of Blues – apart from my nanna, God bless her. For some reason she was a Red, but this was tolerated by the rest of us. In fact, I was born on 22 May 1968 [same day as bloody George Best as my (armchair) Red boyfriend is so fond of pointing out] – the same day United won the European Cup. My dad had been to see me in hospital and then decided to go for a celebratory drink. Alas, upon arriving at the pub he found out United had won and had to go home to sulk!

I was aware of City from an early age; me and my older brother had City scarves and used to boo at United and shout “Up the Blues!” to my nanna. My grandad has always been a Blue: he’s now 83 so he really has seen it all! He’s still got a load of his old season tickets, priced about