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

nothing made me support city. It was a choice; either grow up with a family or be abandoned in the local park lol i joke i joke

seriously though my dad has always said he'd never force any of his kids to support city, it just comes naturally, its in the family genes. My mum's side unfortunately are all rags(except her) but i clearly saw the light! and went to my first match at Maine Rd aged 5, now aged 16 my city passion is still going strong : )
 
My brother in law took me to see Kevin Keegan play for Southampton. Only ever had been to Turf moor and The Shay before that.It blew my mind, you cant describe that feeling when you see the Maine rd pitch for the first time
 
True story:
Denis Tueart's overhead kick in 1976 (I was eight).
"That's the team for me," I said "they're gonna win everything...".

1) So, I'd be one of the original bandwagoners that that strange Scandanavian was wittering on about a few pages back.
2) I suppose if I'd decided to watch my first football match a few months later, I'd be posting on a Southampton site now.
3) It could be worse (and this is another true story): My best mate once cried himself to sleep because his uncle had bought his brother a Manchester United gear bag for his birthday. His mother felt sorry for him and decided to get him a bag of his own. Well, his mam was skint and some bags were cheaper than others. He's an Ipswich fan now.
 
Born into a Blue family, despite being born in Salford.

Bit off topic, but my birthday co-insided with the last game at Maine Road, 11th May where we lost to Southampton 1-0 I believe.
 
I always blame my Dad and Grandad! Dad's first game in 1947 when City were Division Two champions, Lord knows when my Grandad first went!
 
My Father is from Manchester, he met my Mother in Cardiff whilst working down here.
We lived in Chorley until i was 6 & then moved back to Cardiff, my Dad wouldn't have let me support anyone else.
The funny thing is that my all Welsh Mother is probably a more rabid City fan than my Dad lol.
I'm now 42 & have followed City for around 38 years, my children all support City too & i can't believe just how different they are going to have it than i did.
Great days.
 
My sis taught me to read before i went to school,(within reason), and when the Sunday papers dropped through the door, i would look for the Blues score,(straight up), i was about 4 at the time and fuk knows why i was into City, as im surrounded by rags, coming from Sintellins n that and me family arent into football, theyre rugby heads. I rekon i was a deceased City player or somert, well thats what im claiming anyway, Autographs later, please.
 
Born in the early seventies and raised in Kent I had no reason to support City other than my dad looked for their results at 3 on a Saturday afternoon. All my little mates were hooked on Coppell, Macari, Robson etc. The only Subbuteo style football games we had had either red or blue so I always chose to be blue for City and they were the scum. At this point, the importance of the derby matches we were having was unknown and seemingly irrelevant, or I would have tried harder honest!
When I was 7 a certain cup final took place and I watched in awe as the City coach filmed from the air with the badge on the roof weaved its way to Wembley (memories anyone?). That was stage 1 of the rest of my life, stage 2 was Joe Corrigan being the mystery guest on Question of Sport polishing his M.O.M. trophy and then stage 3, the point of no return, was the devastation felt when Villa got 'that' f*****g goal.
Still living in Kent, only 25 mins away from Selhurst Park and surrounded by Chelsea or Rags I have had plenty of reason to change and believe me I have seen people switch their teams, tossers. Not for me, I used to love the fact that I could go and see Palace or particularly Wimbledon and they would open the whole of the Arthur Wait stand 'cos so many blues would travel down, true fans made it worth while, well almost... my hometown was in the Chelsea boys 'manor' as they say. My teenage years were spent mainly crossing the street to avoid a possible kickin' but I still wore my shirt. In the '90's my nickname 'round town was 'brother'!
I remember on the day we went down desoite that 5 goal haul at Stoke, my mate (Chelsea fan) betting me £5 that we wouldn't make the Premiership before I was 30, well not only did we make it back once but in typical City style we managed to get relegated and back again before I was 30. The b**tard only paid me once though! Well my Chelsea mates have had their turn but they've gone very quiet lately, after all I never gave them any grief about their money as I was happy that someone they were beating the scum!

By the way, living 45 mins from Gillingham, how good was that play off!?!
 

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