Dad's a born and bred Coventrian. Used to go every chance he had until he left in 1967. Spent most of my formative years listening to tales of Ronnie Rees, George Hudson, Ernie Machin, George Curtis....or of how you could go and watch the reserves for free at half time. Dad also apparently (his brothers all separately confirmed this) was close to signing apprentice terms with the club, until my grandad stepped in and told him that "getting an education was more important".
His older brother also used to tell anyone who'd listen how Reg Matthews was the greatest goalkeeper England produced, but he loved his vices too much.
Given that brainwashing, and the fact that the first full game of football I was forced to watch was the 1987 FA Cup final, I had no choice but to be Sky Blue.
not a care for the leg he broke..
As it goes one of my uncles (18 years older than my dad) was also nearly signed as an apprentice in the '60s but was rejected on account of being one-footed. A shame as had he tried out under Coleman who couldn't get enough of left footers he'd have been a shoe-in 
