I simply love hearing the stories of the Kippax and the memories it gave people, good or bad, we all have our own attachment to it in so many different ways. For me it was the place I first felt part of something, somewhere it didn’t matter who you were, where you were from as you were all there for the same reason……….City !!
Being from the South it was just a place I dreamt of going and with no coverage of City back in the early to late 80’s it really was a mythical magical place I only ever really heard mentioned scarcely on radio reports.
City were my escape from life growing up and I got my first taste of Kippax in the late 80’s when I’d travel alone as a 14 year old from my home in Milton Keynes on the train which took almost 3-4 hours back then if I remember correctly, I’d jump on the P11 bus from Piccadilly and actually wait half hour so before the turnstiles opened at 14.00pm before racing up the steps, I used love just watching the place fill up with the so many different characters and faces as it got more and more packed come kick off, I recall being told often in no uncertain terms "that's my spot son, move a long", just the buzz of us attacking and knowing any minute if we score that pure beldam would break out and you could end up anywhere in any sate following a goal, it was a buzz and tingle I can still feel today and glad I got the chance to experience it watching City, night games were by far the best and I say the 2-1 victory over Liverpool during 92/93 I think was the best I’d experienced under lights at Maine Road.
