Better than the good old days

The first time I ever saw a blade of green grass at a professional football ground was from the top of the Kippax. The first roar from a crowd I ever heard that made the hairs stand up on the back of my neck was on the Kippax.The first time I was thrown forward down the steps feeling exhilarated and terrified at the same time, as a goal was scored, was on the Kippax. The first time I ever saw real violence at a football match was on the Kippax. The first time I cried at a football match was on the Kippax.( Luton 1982) and the second ( Colin Bell's comeback v Newcastle)The Kippax was visceral. Formative. Community. I belonged then. I belong now because of that.That is why I am a Blue. That is why I stuck with City through thick and thin. That is why I celebrated like a bastard when Dickov scored. When Sergio scored. Because I stood on the Kippax. It's part of my history. Part of my life. Part of my story. Something I will hold dear until the end of my days. The Kippax was fucking brilliant. It's in my blood and I love that I got to be a part of that. Today we are in a different world, not just football wise but everywhere.Sometimes I miss it. I miss the fucked-upness of it all.
Weird as fuck as only last night I was thinking of the first night match and how bright and green the pitch looked. Night matches always had a different aura about them.
 
Some people might know this but I have a Rag father in law, and the last time we talked he blamed me for causing the 'problems of football', (money, greed, Sky, crappy fans, no pride, no loyalty etc etc), he said all this is my fault for buying a season ticket. I argued that there are still some great things about football today. He challenged me to name 1 thing that is better now than in the 'good old days', so I said David Silva.

So put some thought into it and name something, anything that makes football better now

Thank your father in law for fan violence, for supporters being treated like animals by the police and for the cages that fans were enclosed in until 96 people perished at Hillsborough. You can also thank him for terraces being turned into rows of seats, which led to admission prices rocketing.

What a terrible father in law.
 
I much prefer things now - as I am older and can afford more, but the spirit of this post very much echoes with me. This was of course before they rebuilt the Kippax, after which the stand lost much of that 'intensity' with the core support spread over 3 tiers. We have never recovered that.
Times have changed. I enjoy the experience too these days but there is a difference. Spirit was a good choice of word.
 
Good old days my arse. If you youngsters (anyone under 63) had stood on the Kippax in the pissing rain before it had a roof with no money left to pay the transfer to Platt Lane as you had spent your last 3p to leave your bike in a back yard, well then you would not go on about the feckin good old days. Do I sound like my dad going on about the kids corner at Hyde Rd or my uncle John giving it large about some guy called Max Woosnam if so sorry its time for my cup of complan.
 
Thank your father in law for fan violence, for supporters being treated like animals by the police and for the cages that fans were enclosed in until 96 people perished at Hillsborough. You can also thank him for terraces being turned into rows of seats, which led to admission prices rocketing.

What a terrible father in law.

Haha, top post :D


Things that are better than x years ago, hmmm....

-Tactics have evolved decade by decade
-Training methods
-Condition of the athletes
-David Silva's career choices
-The prevention of post-playing career injuries
-Global connection of all things football
-Pitch and playing conditions
-Tolerance for various prejudices, most notably racism, sexism and homophobia
-Role-models in general e.g. football now being a discipline that discourages things like drugs and alcohol


I think I'm done.
 
You should of just head butted the **** and jumped all over his head. It's not like the marriage is going to last with a cock sucker like that as a father in law. Go on lad, fill your boot's!!
 
Good old days my arse. If you youngsters (anyone under 63) had stood on the Kippax in the pissing rain before it had a roof with no money left to pay the transfer to Platt Lane as you had spent your last 3p to leave your bike in a back yard, well then you would not go on about the feckin good old days. Do I sound like my dad going on about the kids corner at Hyde Rd or my uncle John giving it large about some guy called Max Woosnam if so sorry its time for my cup of complan.
It were 3d in them days, sonny. the "p" didn't come in until 1971. February 15th, to be exact. I know because I worked as a bank cashier in those days. Teachers were the worst - they couldn't understand this new-fangled money!
 

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