A proper discussion...what made you support city?

My dad is Northenden born and bred, as his dad, and his etc, so I was fairly brainwashed, even though for the first few years I lived in Norwich before moving back to Aus in '93.

Can I just say that just as it would've been unpleasant to grow up in the UK in the 90s-early 00s full of gloating rags, equally it was hell in Australia! News, highlights were sparse, United were winning everything and we were sliding down the the divisions as soon as I took a proper interest as a nine-year-old in 95. Could barely even imagine playing them again in a competitive fixture, let alone beating them. That's why our derby win in the last derby at Maine Rd will always retain a special place in my heart.

After becoming sick of hearing about the glory years of the 60s and 70s, I am looking forward to hopefully enjoying a new golden age!
 
My dad used to be Chelsea as he lived in Harrow, London.

He then moved to Manchester where he started a very successful computer business. He was converted by the time he was 28. *Might I add by a city fan who has been suporting all life* (A good 50 years up til now)

Which means I was officially converted to city when i went to my first game which i can't remember as we lost and i din't pay alot of attention being only 5 or 6 at the time.

Remember my dad n his mate aways sneeking the odd flask of whisky coffee into the ground tho.

The only match i remember is the 5-2 win over tottingham hotspuds, i was in platt lane and it was hilarious!!

Have been in North Stand ever since we moved in and now have made the brave switch to block 111 with my cousin and little brother,who is as city mad as I was at his age!

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Dad was a jock. Cheaper going to Maine Road. My son is a blue, told his Mam when he was born don't care if he's a gay transvestite taliban. If he mentions the rags in this house, he's out of here. So if you see us down at eastlands, my lad is the one in the fishnet stockings wearing a turban.
 
Although my Dad was a blue all his life, (I remembering him telling me about the pre war cup finals that he attended), he didn't have the money when I was young to take me to Maine Rd, I was taken to Maine Rd for the first time in 1963 when I was 8 by a pro footballer who played for Stockport, I was his sons best mate, the player, Norman Sykes, had transferred from Plymouth to Stockport, County used to play Fridays so when CITY played Plymouth on the Saturday he took me along, he was guest of his old club. From then on I was hooked although my next visit wasn't until 66, I was a regular from 70 onwards.

My 2 sons are now mad blues too, my youngest never waivered and has been a loyal CITY fan all his life, my eldest was a bit more unsure, he was able to get to Stockport easier in his younger days so went there for a few seasons, prior to that the old playground pressure came into effect and he wanted to be a rag, my wife even bought him a shirt (behind my back!) when I saw him in it I disowned him, I wouldn't be seen with him when he was wearing it, Iwouldn't handle it when it was washed, eventually he succumbed, he is now as big a blue as you can have, i do still remind him sometimes of his younger days and he gets embarrassed!
 
BermudaBlue said:
Well I am from Bermuda and naturally started supporting all of the Bermudian players abroad. However, at the time it was just the Goat, and another fella who was playing in the US in some indoor league. Anywho, i started watching the games and all and havent stopped supporting city ever since! Now we've got a few more professionals, unfortunatly none on the same level as Goater was. We've got a few playing in the US and a young up and coming striker by the name of Reggie Lambe who came up in the Ipswich academy and just signed a professional contract for them. IDK what it is, but it seems that any quality players from Bermuda are named after livestock lol
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FEED THE LAMBE AND HE WILL SCORE
 
BermudaBlue said:
Well I am from Bermuda and naturally started supporting all of the Bermudian players abroad. However, at the time it was just the Goat, and another fella who was playing in the US in some indoor league. Anywho, i started watching the games and all and havent stopped supporting city ever since! Now we've got a few more professionals, unfortunatly none on the same level as Goater was. We've got a few playing in the US and a young up and coming striker by the name of Reggie Lambe who came up in the Ipswich academy and just signed a professional contract for them. IDK what it is, but it seems that any quality players from Bermuda are named after livestock lol
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I was a late developer. Virtually all my family are reds, but only if you push them, I wouldn't say they were football fans to be honest. At the time it seemed everyone I went to school with were reds. I was to all intents and purposes a red, but there was something missing. Growing up, I was never without a football by my feet; I had the boots and shin pads but in all that time I never had a Utd poster on the wall, or a shirt, or a Bryan Robson lunch box and flask.As my family weren't that interested in football I was only ever taken to see utd a couple of times, but I could see that my Dad would've preferred to have been in the pub.
I'd grown up with Bob, a City fan; one of the few City fans I knew.
"What do you mean 'You've only been to two matches'?. Listen I'm going to Maine Road tonight why don't you come."
"I'll have to check with my Mum"
So, there I was, along with 10,179 other people, making my way through the back streets of Moss Side, a glow emanating above the houses, silhouetting the rooftops against an inky sky. Down a ginnel and the sight of a floodlight, round a corner and a glimpse of a Main Stand arch, all the while the atmosphere thickening with every step. Heart beating faster as the noise elevated, I pushed the heavy turnstile. Up some steps and there I was.
I spent most of the match looking around at the all the different characters and the mishmash of the stands and the impressive North Stand,even though, and I may be wrong, time may be playing tricks, it was empty bar a few ball boys scattered around. My thoughts were broken as the noise rose, as did the crowd, I stood to see what was happening; and there it was. 1-0 City. Phillips.
And there I was; a City fan. Jumping up and down being hugged by Bob and looking up at some moustachioed stranger, staring back at me with wild eyes and two clenched fists in front of my face.
That was what I was missing.
Another goal, Melrose, made the tie ours and a trip to Wembley was booked. I couldn't go.
Bob did.
I did go to another 5 matches that season, and we didn't lose. I was Bob's new lucky mascot. Perhaps I should've made sure I went to Wembley.
So there you have it. Call me a glory hunter. Anyone else who's supported City since 1985 will tell you otherwise.
 
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