My love for City was broken, and I never really felt the same way afterwards, it was such a betrayal. The club lost its way, it's identity was consumed by greed and it surrendered to the marketing genusises. They decided that for a home champions league semi-final against real Madrid in 2023, that any fcker, from anywhere, who just paid £35 for a membership had the same ticket buying entitlement as everyone else, regardless of how long you were supporting, how many shit group games you attended, how much Pearce-ball you paid to watch.
It was a horrendous decision, I wrote to Omar Berrada about it, Utd are welcome to that cretin, and are seeing his policies in all their glory.
I know it didn't affect season ticket holders, so a lot of people don't care, but for the rest of us it was absolutely despicable. There were so many at the ground who got lucky in the lottery, attending their first ever game. Atmosphere was actually great, but I really felt for my usual travel companions who got no tickets, and the other "legacy" fans who lost out. Something really broke for me with that decision, the realisation they absolutely genuinely didn't care.