I started going to the gate in 1977 when I was 5. My Dad (RIP) used to take me down and we would stand on the corner of the East End. I can remember Norman warming up in front of the East End wearing the red tracksuit top, and always being a full-on player that gave his all. Fantastic times and memories of a team which were my absolute heroes. I visited Norman's shop on the Gilda in the following years and once met the man himself. I was absolutely awestruck by this and could only mutter a simple 'hello, I was however rewarded by a signed photo! RIP Norman, a City legend.