I won't bore you with all of the details of the "American point of view" (I know how the English just love those), but when the ground (stadium) is not part of the match-day equation, the fire is very hard to maintain. Over the past two decades, we have seen virtually all of our professional football stadiums replaced with things that are more shopping mall than stadia. They are designed solely to generate revenue; and atmosphere, if any, is a lucky, if infrequent, byproduct. Indeed, the television money in the NFL is so great (and I suspect the EPL is similar, if not more) that they don't really need fans, and they sure as hell don't need $20/$40/$60 fans, except as "extras" in the little stage production going on inside. They could play every game on a sound stage in Burbank for all it matters, and perhaps they will some day. However, people apparently have begun to notice (and I"m not even sure they realize what they've noticed), as ratings are way down, and attendance (at least bodies in the seats) has declined precipitously. Most people I know who still go, go more for the tailgating (I don't know if you lot have tailgating - it's eating and drinking in a parking lot) than the game itself. Some don't even bother to go in. You folks may have wondered why we're so crazy for college football over here. The reason, again, are the venues. They tend to be old, often very old. They have relatively few amenities. They tend to be within easy walking distance of some decent bars; or, if they aren't, have a tailgate culture that more than makes up for it. Of course, England has followed, and continues to follow, a similar path to the one we followed here. I risked my life a couple of different times to get to my one and only match at MR (1-3 to Blackburn on Boxing Day). It was like a pilgrimage to Mecca for me. It has literally never crossed my mind to go to the Etihad. Although I am a stadium nut (see my next post asking for help in that regard, likely arriving on BM space tomorrow; LOL), I really don't know what you do when you've sucked the soul out of a place, and driven away many of the folks who would be likely suspects the create atmosphere in the new place. I recall that Arthur Gardner - a postman from Heywood, who I never met, and who, I don't think had a lot of spare money hanging around - used to send me all sorts of City stuff (KoTK, Bert Troutman's Helmet, programs, scarves, mugs, pins; I still have it all). He bled blue. I think the last time I heard from him, he told me he had stopped going since they moved. It's the Arthur's of the world who make a place. Once you lose them, all you've got left is the shopping mall. It's certainly not an issue unique to MCFC; but, considering MCFC is pretty much the only club I worry about, it is certainly a significant concern.