Manchester City v Gillingham 2nd Division Play Off Final 1999 23 Years Today.

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Went down with my brother & his son, both me & my brother were lifelong blues but his son aged 12 had decided to support Liverpool (his mum was a dipper!) but came along for the day out anyway, he was taking the piss all the way down the motorway, little club, never won anything type of crap,
Needless to say after a truly amazing day out (we all went absolutely mental when we won) driving back up the motorway the nephew was a fully signed up blue (much to the supprise of his annoyed mum) & fair play he still as mad on the blues as ever.
 
RiversideBlue said:
One favourite memory of the day was singing "you can stick your fucking treble up your arse....sideways" after we'd won. The rags had won the European Cup a few days earlier.
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Yes, I remember stoodcin a massive puddle of piss under the stand singing that and then shortly after letting Russell Watson know what we thought about him being a rag.
 
I recall thinking that I'd gone through every possible emotion that afternoon, and would never see anything like it again. Little did I know then what the coming years would bring !
 
I stayed over at a mates who lived in outer London. Spent the night after the match hopping Loads of bars full of City and after a cUrey went for one last pint before getting the train. As we approached the door of the pub we heard blues singing inside and two crashed out of the door stark bullock naked. Not even wearing shoes the heathens. They weaved their way up the road arm in arm.
An absolutely belting day. One of the very best.
 
I didn't watch it. I was in Glasgow on business and assumed (naively?) that City would win easily. By the time I got into the car it was 2-2 and extra time was required. I was then driving back on the M8, listening to the added time commenatry on the radio when the Glasgow Police pulled me over for no reason whatsoever. They breathalyzed me and it came up negative as I told them it would. That took the smirk off the face of the officer in charge! Half a pint of shandy was never going to produce a positive test!

I eventually got going again and listened to the last few minutes of extra time in time to hear the outcome of the penalty shoot-out.
 
Stayed in same hotel as the team. They were having a private party but the coach stopped outside plebs entrance before taking vip route round the back and some of the team, not all, chose to get off the coach there and mix with the fans. Dickov first off!
 
Psychedelic Casual said:
It was some journey to end up there from where we were as a club in the late 70s n’all.

We’d finished 2nd in the league in 1977, averaging over 40,000 gates (third only to United and Liverpool in that era), and we’d won 6 trophies in a decade and should have gone on to win the UEFA Cup in ’79. We were one of the top handful of clubs in the country.

Then came Swales and decades of poor leadership and mismanagement, and we ended up there in the third tier of English football.
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look across town
see any parallels?
 
That was the day the tide turned.
For once Manchester City flooked it.
The first time ever I knew we weren’t going to lose in extra time or penalties because for once luck was on our side.
We walked out of Wembley singing “you can stick the fucking treble up your arse”.
If you were there that day, you’d never leave before the end again.
 
It was the 1st leg of a treble for a mate of ours, the other parts of the treble were Aguero QPR game and Villa Last game 8 days ago. His amazing treble was that he left the games before the end and missed the lot ha ha,
 
I was at Wembley that day, was behind the net where the penalties were taken, the emotion that day was surreal, when horlick scored,.my first thought was typical fucking city, when dickov scored it was mental, then came the penalties and when edgehill stepped up I thought wtf, and the rest is history
 
citydad said:
It was the 1st leg of a treble for a mate of ours, the other parts of the treble were Aguero QPR game and Villa Last game 8 days ago. His amazing treble was that he left the games before the end and missed the lot ha ha,
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I very nearly left the Gillingham one. Went for a piss around 88 mins, spent the next couple of mins slagging them off in the concourse to anyone who would listen and
was about to leave but heard the First goal and then watched the rest from one of the exits. Went absolutely mental at 2-2, hugging anyone in reach and then went back to where I was sat. My dad wasn’t there (I didn’t travel with him as he was on a special train) and I will never know if he left. He said he didn’t but I think he probably did. He has missed all of this recent success. I so wish he hadn’t. His last game was the Derby 1-0 win under Sven when Johnson scored that cracker. He died 2 months later suddenly at the age of 61. He wouldn’t believe what has happened since then. He introduced me to City live in 1977. I am forever grateful.
 
We went down the night before and stayed over.

We got off at the wrong stop and it was hike to the stadium. It was feckin freezing and I seem to remember it hail stoned at one stage on that Yomp to the stadium.

When Horlock scored we all just thought it was a consolation goal, it seemed injury time was done, we had no idea how long was left.

When Dickov's shot hit the back of the net I can't really remember what happen except an outpouring of joy.

I thought we would have won it in extra time and fortunately they were crap at penalties, although all around us were shitting it when a certain Richard Edgehill went up to take his.

What a day, what a comeback and probably saved the club from going out of business.

The train journey back to Manchester seemed to take an absolute age, not helped that there was an alcohol ban and it was feckin heaving with bodies everywhere. CTID
 
Millwallawayveteran1988 said:
I very nearly left the Gillingham one. Went for a piss around 88 mins, spent the next couple of mins slagging them off in the concourse to anyone who would listen and
was about to leave but heard the First goal and then watched the rest from one of the exits. Went absolutely mental at 2-2, hugging anyone in reach and then went back to where I was sat. My dad wasn’t there (I didn’t travel with him as he was on a special train) and I will never know if he left. He said he didn’t but I think he probably did. He has missed all of this recent success. I so wish he hadn’t. His last game was the Derby 1-0 win under Sven when Johnson scored that cracker. He died 2 months later suddenly at the age of 61. He wouldn’t believe what has happened since then. He introduced me to City live in 1977. I am forever grateful.
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Shame that our relatives and friends who have passed away can't share our joy but they brought us up Blue. It was Geovanni who got the winner v u....d.
 
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