mac
Well-Known Member
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.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.