My Dad started to take me to matches during the late 50s, when I was a nipper, by the early mid-60s he used to let me go to matches on my own (I don't think the NSPCC ever got wind of this !). Very grateful he trusted me, even to the extent of letting me stay at home alone over Easter weekend in 1968 while the rest of the family went to a caravan at Ingoldmells. The Reds had two home games, Saturday and Monday and I still recall "Bomber" Bradbury scoring in both games with screamers, I'm sure at least one was against Brentford. Fondly remembered......
October 1968 was my first game v Villa. First S/T was in 1976 and have had one every year since, even when I was playing myself. We’re not old Kev mate - we’re young with plenty of experience
My first game was 10th August 1968. We were at home to Barrow and lost 3-2. My first game as a season ticket holder was at the start of the following campaign against Bournemouth & Boscombe Athletic. We won 1-0. If we're claiming we're not old, Jeff, I can definitely claim I'm extremely immature, old mate!
For my first game and subsequent seasons I went along with my best friend in school & his family. My old man was a Charlton fan but had lost interest in the game until my obsession from going to watch a City team doing well and then the game- changer - the 1970 World Cup. I was officially in love with the game and it hadn’t been missed by him. In 1971 he decided to bite the bullet and take me - as City were due to play Charlton. For a long time, and certainly in the build up to this game, he’d been trying to convert me into a Charlton fan. Basically, he’d built them up to be a cross between Real Madrid of the 60s, Brazil ‘70 and the Harlem Globetrotters. To cut a long story short City won 6-1 - and I never took his opinion on football or Charlton seriously after that! Immature? Oh yes, you & me both
