Scaring Europe to Death
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No Testimonial Match for me, but after numerous counts and recounts, and the occasional “no recollection whatsoever, but I've got a programme so I must have attended” I've finally calculated that the Carabao Cup Semi Final First Leg at Newcastle will also be my 1500th competitive City match.
From a 1-1 draw v Chelsea in 1971, to a 3-2 defeat at Plymouth, and the World Club Championship in Philadelphia, my claims to fame are limited and a tad dubious
I studied at Marple Ridge in the same School Year as “Taguey”, the infamous pitch invader v Bury.
For almost 40 years I lived in Whaley Bridge, just a long throw from Alan Gowling, Edwina Currie and “Big Neil” (the chef who used to take a frozen chicken into the Platt Lane in the early 90s)
I was Alfons Groenendijk’s Account Manager, but sadly when I threw him a can of peas he just caught it two handed, whilst his left foot didn't even move (so evidently Peter Reid was talking bollocks)
I've never claimed to be a Super Fan.
On the contrary, as a keen cricketer (and latterly umpire) I've often missed games when the seasons have collided.
However, aside from York and Lincoln, I also had a Season Ticket throughout the 1980s when City’s average attendance had dipped alarmingly, whilst thanks to events elsewhere, football supporters were often treated with utter contempt.
Emotionally, any reference to the 6-1 at Old Trafford (City’s first away game after I lost my dad) still brings me to tears, but aside from the obvious games, I can still picture Tony Cunningham’s goal celebration at Ninian Park, the 4-2 win at Bradford, the David White show at Villa Park, and Paolo Wanchope’s finest hour at Elland Road
Top of the Tree?
Beating Liverpool 1-0 in 85, and even at 61, my favourite City player of all time remains Clive Wilson
I've met some great people along the way and sadly some are no longer with us.
It's becoming more of an effort, but I still kick every ball, and suffering from small man syndrome, I still fall out with those around me (and on here) on a regular basis.
Nothing personal. I just love the club
Up the Blues!
From a 1-1 draw v Chelsea in 1971, to a 3-2 defeat at Plymouth, and the World Club Championship in Philadelphia, my claims to fame are limited and a tad dubious
I studied at Marple Ridge in the same School Year as “Taguey”, the infamous pitch invader v Bury.
For almost 40 years I lived in Whaley Bridge, just a long throw from Alan Gowling, Edwina Currie and “Big Neil” (the chef who used to take a frozen chicken into the Platt Lane in the early 90s)
I was Alfons Groenendijk’s Account Manager, but sadly when I threw him a can of peas he just caught it two handed, whilst his left foot didn't even move (so evidently Peter Reid was talking bollocks)
I've never claimed to be a Super Fan.
On the contrary, as a keen cricketer (and latterly umpire) I've often missed games when the seasons have collided.
However, aside from York and Lincoln, I also had a Season Ticket throughout the 1980s when City’s average attendance had dipped alarmingly, whilst thanks to events elsewhere, football supporters were often treated with utter contempt.
Emotionally, any reference to the 6-1 at Old Trafford (City’s first away game after I lost my dad) still brings me to tears, but aside from the obvious games, I can still picture Tony Cunningham’s goal celebration at Ninian Park, the 4-2 win at Bradford, the David White show at Villa Park, and Paolo Wanchope’s finest hour at Elland Road
Top of the Tree?
Beating Liverpool 1-0 in 85, and even at 61, my favourite City player of all time remains Clive Wilson
I've met some great people along the way and sadly some are no longer with us.
It's becoming more of an effort, but I still kick every ball, and suffering from small man syndrome, I still fall out with those around me (and on here) on a regular basis.
Nothing personal. I just love the club
Up the Blues!