Really enjoyed the atmosphere on Sunday, 116 was in good voice and the jeopardy was edge of the seat stuff. It's not all about singing, it's about engaging and being absorbed in the action.
Bumped into a couple of young Tarquins on way home. They commented on how "rock" it is at our place (means tough apparently). Getting shit from both sides in Level 1, leaving the ground, threats, coins, spitting. Had to call them out on the last two, but they were adamant. But, they also commented on how loud we were and how much better it is at the Etihad than at Clanfield, the swamp and even Spuds.
I think we lose sight of how it feels for away fans at City because we"re too busy fretting about the odd empty seat, timing the early leavers, tutting when a clappy song starts and whinging about what time the young 'uns go for their half time pint.
We never used to take ourselves this seriously and didn't give a fuck what anyone thought of us. We've gone a bit...well, soft really...and a bit arsey over shit that really doesn't matter.
Ta.