I was born in Lancashire and supported Manchester United as a kid. When The family moved to Wales I didn’t start supporting the City until I went to high school when I started going with mates. Despite being English, I bloody loved it and was addicted from the start.

I think I’m right in remembering my second match was against Plymouth in the league cup and we were losing 4-1 at half time and went on to win 5-4. Amazing. When I moved back to Manchester and people found out I supported Cardiff, weirdly they didn’t accuse me of being a glory hunter. One of my highlights was watching us beat United at Old Trafford in the First Division IOM. Amazing day that was.

The worst thing about living over in Australia is missing the football, my friends and my family. The sunshine is nice but the sausages and sporting events are severely lacking.

Now I’m stuck with us but I still kind of like it.