Games with my dad

To date, 3 big memories and still counting
1. City-Spurs in the FA cup a few years back. We put a tenner each on City beforehand, 10 more at 1-0 down and 10 more at 2-0 down. Sadly we did not put 10 more on at HT as spurs led 3-0. But we danced around his sitting room when we won 3-4 when Jon Macken scored the winner. Will never forget this moment, and me made around 340 each.
2. I took my dad to Wembley for his 70th to see City beat Utd 1-0 (Yaya) in the semi of the FA cup. Lots of crazy memories of this. The package we bought put us in the Utd end middle section. I'll never forget the 2 second gap when we scored before the sound bank of City fans hit us with a roar. It was like a all of sound and I have some great photos of a blue wall at the end away from us. Other good memories (sic) are the room we stayed in. Two goldfish would have had problems turning around, and it was in a basement with no windows. Fire hazard for sure. But a game we still talk wound.
3. Tonight. Totally out of the norm that we would go mid-week to watch a match, but we did. Local bar is staffed by (nice) Utd supporters. What a roller-coaster of a game. Dad is mid 70ies now, and tonight was a game I will treasure more than ever. Memories do not get better than this.
To me, this is what supporting City is all about. Highs and lows, yeah, but this...
1. City-Spurs in the FA cup a few years back. We put a tenner each on City beforehand, 10 more at 1-0 down and 10 more at 2-0 down. Sadly we did not put 10 more on at HT as spurs led 3-0. But we danced around his sitting room when we won 3-4 when Jon Macken scored the winner. Will never forget this moment, and me made around 340 each.
2. I took my dad to Wembley for his 70th to see City beat Utd 1-0 (Yaya) in the semi of the FA cup. Lots of crazy memories of this. The package we bought put us in the Utd end middle section. I'll never forget the 2 second gap when we scored before the sound bank of City fans hit us with a roar. It was like a all of sound and I have some great photos of a blue wall at the end away from us. Other good memories (sic) are the room we stayed in. Two goldfish would have had problems turning around, and it was in a basement with no windows. Fire hazard for sure. But a game we still talk wound.
3. Tonight. Totally out of the norm that we would go mid-week to watch a match, but we did. Local bar is staffed by (nice) Utd supporters. What a roller-coaster of a game. Dad is mid 70ies now, and tonight was a game I will treasure more than ever. Memories do not get better than this.
To me, this is what supporting City is all about. Highs and lows, yeah, but this...