1970's MCFC

Never forget League cup semi in 76 the atmosphere on the Kippax was the best I can ever remember. One down from the first , two up at half time, just got back in with a couple of pints after half time when we scored again, beer went everywhere whole place going f**king mental. Whatever we achieve now don't think we'll ever top the feeling of that four nil win over Boro. Mind you then I was young and crazy now I am old and dull, think my generation had the best of it.
That semi final sticks in my mind as one of the best atmospheres at maine road, I was in the north stand with my dad but wished i was in the kippax, it looked like a huge sea of madness!
 
Yes my best times too. The huge difference back then is we were young. Loads of good mates, life on the edge, could party all day and night, you weren't too old or young to chat up the ladies and thought we had a chance, ha! On the whole we were shit a lot of the time but we were proud to be blues and would fight for the cause anywhere we were challenged. Great days.
Shit, in the 70s?

We won the European Cup Winners Cup (+another SemiFinal), 2 x League Cups (+1 runner-up), the Charity Shield (+1 runner-up), and got to the QuarterFinal of the UEFA Cup (losing to the eventual winners, Gladbach). We finished 2nd in the league, plus 4th twice, 8th twice and were never anywhere near a relegation fight. We beat Juventus and AC Milan in Europe. Our highest ever average attendances (up to moving to the CoMS in 2003) were in the 70s.

It was probably our second best decade ever as a club, and we were easily seen as one of the big four or five clubs of that decade.
 
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We're the lads who live in Burnage
We will always have a go
If you think you'd take the Albion,
Come along and have a go
Burnage, Burnage, Burnage...

At this point, the Langley and Wythenshawe lads usually gave us a cheery wave of respect, involving two fingers.

Late 60s, early 70s were great days - the atmosphere was 1000 times better than nowadays at every match. The coaches to away games were absolutely mental sometimes. Things picked up again in the 80s.

A few of us used to pay to go in the home end at every away game (except all-ticket matches and West Ham obviously). If it got a bit too hairy - which it usually did at shitty places like Derby or Stoke - we'd plead ignorance, say we'd gone into the wrong end by accident and get the coppers to escort us along the side of the pitch to the City section.

You'd always see the same faces around. Never knew many of the names, just passing nods and such, but if there was ever any bother, you knew that they would be right with you (and vice versa) if you needed help.

All-seaters and having to have tickets killed everything that made going to the match special, particularly away days. If we could transport our 70s selves to the current day, 90% of us would try (and probably manage) to get in without paying - We certainly wouldn't take this new NFC shit lying down.

When I hear anyone at City talking about the matchday 'experience' nowadays, a little piece of me dies inside. The 'fan experience' is sterile and boring compared to pre-1990s, and that's no doubt the same at every club.

Kids today don't know what they missed - Imagine what they'd be like now if they were faced with a huge pile of 'temporarily confiscated' bovver boots piled up outside the away exits at Highfield Road with hundreds of Coventry City fans running towards us! Ha ha ha... Happy days.
The Albion on Burnage Lane was where I had my wedding reception in 1981.
The wife lived just over the road in Cranwell Drive when I first met her.
We got married in St. Nicholas on Kingsway and got driven around the corner in a Mercedes wedding car.
I once went in with my older brother-in-law,who at the time was a sergeant in The Royal Marines and hard as fuck.
I asked him what he wanted to drink. He said I would love a gin and tonic,but he didn't want to get his head kicked in for having a poncy drink,so had a pint of Joey Holts best bitter instead!!!
 
The Albion on Burnage Lane was where I had my wedding reception in 1981.
The wife lived just over the road in Cranwell Drive when I first met her.
We got married in St. Nicholas on Kingsway and got driven around the corner in a Mercedes wedding car.
I once went in with my older brother-in-law,who at the time was a sergeant in The Royal Marines and hard as fuck.
I asked him what he wanted to drink. He said I would love a gin and tonic,but he didn't want to get his head kicked in for having a poncy drink,so had a pint of Joey Holts best bitter instead!!!
We drove past the Albion a couple of months ago and it was closed and all the windows were boarded up.
A bit sad, but it looks like it is going the way of alot of the old style boozers.
Give it another 3/4 years and there will be new houses built there.
 
Its ingrained in me
started around 3 years old in 1968
in the platt lane with me dad and grandad and sister,even my mam sometimes
always remember my grandad lifting me up when he paid to get in,lifted me up and said " future supporter ",it always worked
Mind yer car mister anywhere you parked near MR,me grandad always gave them 10p,one time,it was v newcastle and he give 1 kid 10 p and we were walking away and this other kid said " mind yer car sir",my grandad said," iv just paid him "
we came back and the windscreen was smashed in !

i remember a derby mid 70's,stuart pearson had been mouthing all week what utd were gonna do to us,we shit on them 3-1 and my difining memory of being in the kippax was a deathening song of " pearson is a wanker ".i remember that game too,cos 2 rags climbed on the top of the north stand and came to the edge and pulled down the city flag ,it was mayhem outside as usual

remember another derby seeing a rag come into the kippax with a scarf on,iv never ever seen anyone beat up as much in my life,god knows why he came in our end,i was about 10 years old,1975,it sickened me,i still think what happened to him

remember my dad coming back from leeds away and he said never again,bricks raining down on city coaches,scrapping everywhere

my dad and grandad went to ot when Denis scored,they both knew ot from going from the 1950's,they said when we scored they decided to make an exit,went out with a utd fan who said to them," look at this ",he pointed to his hand,one of the ends of his fingers was hanging off,he told my dad ,a utd kid ran passed me and did that,even though he knew i was a utd fan too

mad times.
 

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