Years ago, in the ****kicking late 90's era, City were playing away from home (possibly Mansfield or Doncaster??). I had been working that morning and drove straight to the round still with my steel toecap boots on. After we got parked up, we were walking through a McDonalds car park to get to the ground when a lad called Justin (who had difficulty speaking so he used a device he could type on) was playing with a 50p Shoot type of football and pinged it in my direction. Being the sociable type that I am, I passed it back.
However, the combination of steely boots and 50p plastic football sent it up onto the roof of the McDonalds.
I felt like a massive twat! (I was a massive twat!)
After apologising profusely, offering to buy him a replacement and getting absolute Daggers from a mum with her kids in the McDonalds, Justin walked up to me and showed me what he thought of me.
"YOU ARE DAVE BAMBER." was all he wrote.
I was ruined.
I'm still sorry Justin.
I remember Justin, particularly from away matches in the Dolan era. Wonder what became of him?