Well thought I'd add my story of this fateful afternoon as me and my brother were in the away end. The day started with us getting the train from Manchester down to Stoke and then being herded onto a double decker bus right underneath the away stand. On the journey down 'tit's out Jackie' managed to spill a poor fella's drinks all over the show as she was already 'three sheets to the wind'
Remember in the away end the bars were serving beer in plastic pots with the City badge on them and this struck me as odd?
Sat next to a right evil bastard who when we knew we were going down spent 10 minutes trying to break his seat before taking the nasty jaggered shard of plastic in his hand and leaving with the declaration he was 'off to do the Stoke fans'
Obviously saw all the Blues on the pitch and many succeeded in making it to the away end.
After the game was absolute bedlam with bricks, bottles and anything else in sight being tossed about. Again I saw 'tits out Jackie' pissed up sat on the floor screaming to anyone who cared to listen? although most of us were diving for cover.
Then the most unsavoury moment of the afternoon when several Blues approached King of the Kippax's Dave Wallace who (probably unwisely) was trying to sell his mag after the game when emotions were running high and they turned him over. Not good.
Finally the silence on the train on the way back to Manchester as the reality set in as to what had actually just happened to our beloved club once we had escaped the violence.
Dark, dark afternoon.