1. Taking my 2 year old son to his first game v Sheff. Utd at Highfield Rd. (On a cold March evening in 2002) A collegue at work won some tickets for the game a gave them to me, main stand - posh seats - I usually sat in the West end. Don't remember must of the playing part as my son was getting very figity, he enjoyed himself playing with the seats. He was in his Cov kit, game must have been pretty dull as most of the crowd around me (10 - 20 people) were demanding my son get 5 mins on the pitch as he had much more energy than the players. Roland Nilsson turned around with a small grin on his face.
2. Was at a pre season friendly v Bedworth Utd. at the Oval, Strachan was manager. We had beaten the 4-0, or 4-1 good game so I thought, well at the end of the game we made over way over to the players changing room to get the players autographs. Strachan was well pissed off with the players. Players were coming out of the changing room all individualy looking like they had been given a bollocking, not like they had won and scored 4 goals. Strachan then came out carrying a bag of balls. I asked him for his autograph for my 10 year old sister in law, who also came to the game. His first reactionwas 'stick the pen in my mouth and I'll sort it', Paul Williams then offered to carry the bag of balls, arse licking, but strachan snapped back at him 'No I can manage these myself'. Strachan then said to me 'Follow me to the team bus and I will sort it out there'. By now a large group of fans were walking along the pitch to get at Strachan for autographs, he refused all autographs - well his hands were full. I asked him what was the problem, 'The team chose to play their way and not my way, We had the skill to beat Bedworth easily, but I wanted them to put into action more of our training.' We finally got to the bus, Strachan threw the balls into the hold, by now we had lost our position, but strachan then stood up and shouted 'Where's that wee lassie' We pushed our way to the front of the crowd and to his word signed her autograph first.
3. v Wimbledon around 1990 Highfiled Rd, West Terrace. We were loosing 3-1 with 10 mins left, I got up out of my seat walking towards to large gate under the upper tear of the West Terrace in the corner next to the main stand. Just as I got to the exit 'GOAL'. I ran back and stood in the corner at the back, by now about 50 others had joined me, glad I did as I witnessed another goal. Final score City 3 Wimbledon 3. I never left the game early again.
