25th Anniversary Plans for York (A)

You lot who went to York away that day can bang on all you want about your 'suffering' (!!) as we slipped to our lowest League standing in history.

But you'll never know the absolute pain and horror of being at Edgeley Park with your youngest daughter and her primary school party friends, all there on free tickets, watching Stockport County (of the Championship we dreamed of getting back to) beating Oxford 2-0, while the news of our defeat by York filtering through from County fans led the Cheadle End to sing all sorts of songs about our plight.. yes, County fans, s*dding County fans.. taking the Michael.. and taking it out of US!

Proper scarred me for life. Still have cold sweats and nightmares about it at night, half-expecting a knock on the door and being told that everything since 2008 'has really been a dream'..
 
It's the semi final of the Club World Cup that day. I'm hoping to attend the final but I'll miss that game, which itself is my way of commemorating missing York away (I did several other aways that year).

Quite an incredible few years we've had.
 
York away...

The assembled ranks of Mancunians advancing across the Pennines in a manner reminiscent of Mao's Long March (all forms of motorised and public transport having long since been filled to capacity). Only the old and the lame left behind to curse their luck and remonstrate angrily with the few unfortunate souls who walked the empty streets, speculating on what form of apocalypse had rendered the city of Manchester so lifeless.

And as the hordes descended on York, it is said that the blue waves could be seen from space, causing several urgent weather warnings to be broadcast by a fearful government, thinking that some terrible tidal wave was about to engulf it.

The journey home was far more sombre, grown men weeping but still stopping to help the small children who had suffered the ordeal. And as the taller buildings of an empty Manchester started to appear on the horizon, they raised their eyes to the heavens and swore that City would fall no further and rise from the ashes to conquer all of Europe some day...






...or possibly not, I wouldn't know, I wasn't there.
 
York away...

The assembled ranks of Mancunians advancing across the Pennines in a manner reminiscent of Mao's Long March (all forms of motorised and public transport having long since been filled to capacity). Only the old and the lame left behind to curse their luck and remonstrate angrily with the few unfortunate souls who walked the empty streets, speculating on what form of apocalypse had rendered the city of Manchester so lifeless.

And as the hordes descended on York, it is said that the blue waves could be seen from space, causing several urgent weather warnings to be broadcast by a fearful government, thinking that some terrible tidal wave was about to engulf it.

The journey home was far more sombre, grown men weeping but still stopping to help the small children who had suffered the ordeal. And as the taller buildings of an empty Manchester started to appear on the horizon, they raised their eyes to the heavens and swore that City would fall no further and rise from the ashes to conquer all of Europe some day...






...or possibly not, I wouldn't know, I wasn't there.
Excellent.
 
Losing to York and going 12th. The lowest place ever.
Beating Wrexham and moving up a place or two.....

Deffo York
Ah but. The people who went to York, went when we were about 10th place. We only went 12 after the loss.
So. The real die hards, ( i missed York but was at Wrexham ) went when we were at our lowest.
I call a retrial.
 
Small time. Just like the bollocks of ex-players attending the 25th anniversary of us winning fuck all. Think Peter Barnes attended something that was arranged by fans at the social club.
 
Getting a draw at Darlington in the FA Cup was a particularly low point for me.
 

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