Every away match of that cup run me and my best mate got into scrapes and mither. We hitch-hiked everywhere in those days. I was 19 years old, my mate was 22, shit wages, everything spent on City.
Peterborough - we got a lift to Nottingham the day before. As there was supposed to be loads of available women we thought we'd go on the piss and sleep rough. Amazingly we pulled two birds, not great tbh but they were smitten with us scally Mancs. Found a building site and set up two makeshift beds with random building materials. It was only in the morning we realised the material was fibreglass loft insulation and we spent the day scratching and itching red raw welts from top to toe. Me mate was still itching his groin area 2 weeks later. Clinic 6 found the crabs.
Everton - got chased for miles by about 6 scousers. They were relentless. Ended up at Pier Head and ran out of road. Tried to hide in a phone box thinking we'd hold em off, forgetting the door opened outwards. Got kicked to fuck.
Ipswich - better outcome. Again hitch-hiking. A top dollar Le Man's green Capri 2.8i pulled up and offered us a lift to Knutsford. Took us til well up the M6 to realise it was being driven by Tony Morley the Villa winger. Top man he was.
Spuds 1 - treated ourselves and got a coach from Sale. On the way back it stopped for a beer in St Albans. Within 30 mins word got round there was 50 City in town. The pub got surrounded by cockney reds. They sent in a spotter to suss us out. There was a Blue on the bus called Mike Pheonix. I idolised him. Cool as fuck. I literally wanted to be him. I know, sad as fuck. Mike called me over and pointed out the spotter. He said, "we've got you covered, just walk up to him and knock him out". I thought this is it, my chance to impress Mike. I delivered a right hook Mike Tyson would've been proud of. Knocked him clean out. Cue mayhem, a proper wild west scrap, until the coppers arrived. No arrests, just an escort back to motorway.
Spuds 2 - horrible. Just spent the whole game getting gobbed on by countless cockneys in our end.
Top days. Top mates.