Blue Tooth
Well-Known Member
The first time I ever saw a blade of green grass at a professional football ground was from the top of the Kippax. The first roar from a crowd I ever heard that made the hairs stand up on the back of my neck was on the Kippax.The first time I was thrown forward down the steps feeling exhilarated and terrified at the same time, as a goal was scored, was on the Kippax. The first time I ever saw real violence at a football match was on the Kippax. The first time I cried at a football match was on the Kippax.( Colin Bell's comeback v Newcastle 1975/6) and then again ( Luton 1982) I also shed a tear when Dickov scored at Wembley and when Sergio brought home the title so it wasn't confined to Maine Road.
Having said that for me The Kippax was visceral. Formative. Community. I belonged then. I belong now because of that.That is why I am a Blue. That is why I stuck with City through thick and thin. That is why I celebrated like a bastard when Dickov scored. When Sergio scored. Because I stood on the Kippax. It's part of my history. Part of my life. Part of my story. Something I will hold dear until the end of my days. The Kippax was fucking brilliant. It's in my blood and I love that I got to be a part of that. Today we are in a different world, not just football wise but everywhere.Sometimes I miss it. I miss the fucked-upness of it all.
Having said that for me The Kippax was visceral. Formative. Community. I belonged then. I belong now because of that.That is why I am a Blue. That is why I stuck with City through thick and thin. That is why I celebrated like a bastard when Dickov scored. When Sergio scored. Because I stood on the Kippax. It's part of my history. Part of my life. Part of my story. Something I will hold dear until the end of my days. The Kippax was fucking brilliant. It's in my blood and I love that I got to be a part of that. Today we are in a different world, not just football wise but everywhere.Sometimes I miss it. I miss the fucked-upness of it all.
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