I went to school in Trafford around that time n’all. Left school in ’98 and left Sixth Form in ’00.
The morning after they’d beaten us 5-0 a load of them did a pile-on on top of me when I got into school to take the piss.
There were kids in my year who’d never been to Old Trafford taking the piss whenever we’d lose a derby, have a bad run of form or get relegated.
Kids whose both parents were City fans who were saying they were United fans all of a sudden. Plus loads of Blues who “lost interest” in footy.
Ever notice how we’ve got a bit of a lost generation at City, a proper lack of 30somethings within our support now? Well it’s because of those turncoats and shy-aways!
But I always had a City coat right from Year 7 to Year 13, never shied away from showing how proud I was to be a Blue. It made me a target for the piss taking but I embraced it. It gave me the thickest skin in the world! I’m the coolest **** going when it comes to my emotions, nothing phases me because of the shit I got back then.
It’s why I’ve never been arsed about the media or other fans these days talking shit about us all the time, it’s like water off a duck’s back. It’s nothing compared to what us Blues went through at school in the ’90s!