As someone who is currently having a Club enforced break from all things City, after 40-odd years of attending, I can only emphasise the point that
@jrb is making. Anyone who makes the choice to give it up will regret it within a couple of games. Its not necessarily the football you'll miss, its all that goes with the match day experience that you develop over the years.
Brekky in Sale.
The Paramount.
The Townley pre-match shenanigans.
Pudding Chips Peas n Gravy.
The 116/117 aisle lads n lasses, I've known for decades.
Sneaky half-time spiral fag boys (sorry).
Euro away greetings from people I can't remember ever meeting.
The Baguley lads.
The half-time Blues that I only ever meet at half-time.
Moaning at Beanie/Jim/Jeff/Jo/Gundo/Mahrez/Lewis.
Asahi.
Our unique songbook.
Slagging the ref/PL/Masters/tourists/early leavers.
Townley post-match shenanigans.
Millstone/Unicorn/Wheatsheaf later on shenanigans.
The humour/banter/piss-taking/no fucks given which sets us apart from any other fan base.
Granted, the trip up and back down to Leicester is a fucking ball-ache, but when your social life, friends & family are in Gods own country, a it's a very small price to pay.
It'll absolutely tear you apart when its gone.
Up the fucking Blues.