Passing Being A Blue Down The Line
I was born a blue, brought up as a blue and never wanted to be anything else.
At primary school I was surrounded by Arsenal, Liverpool and United supporters but even under much peer pressure never once felt like swapping sides. I was proud of my Manchester heritage and immensly proud to be a blue. Every time I had a chance to stand up and say I supported City I would do. It didn't matter if my football allegiance was laughed at or ridiculed, I knew I was a blue and would be for the rest of my life.
Every time I played football in the playground or for the school team in my mind I was Peter Barnes skipping down the wing, getting the crosses in and scoring the odd goal. It was great being a blue.
My oldest daughter is two and a half and I have already passed on to her what was passed on to me. She has her own City kit and wants to wear the shirt far too much for her mum's liking. For the last six months or so she will shout "CITY" loudly to anyone who asks her who she supports. Despite an element of pressure from her Hammer supporting mum and her Spurs supporting grandad she hasn't wavered. My youngest daughter is six months old and I'm waiting for the time to introduce her to City!
Simon Hattenstone writes in the Guardian today about his daughter who he has passed on his support for the blues to, have a read here