Haha. Me too. As someone said earlier, we'd been in a pub until near kick off and then stagger in, up those strange steps and be at the top of the Kippax looking down on a sea of noise and colour. Someone would get the pints at half-time as I was skinning up. After the match [we never left early], into town until some ridiculous time, then up and playing footy on Sunday Morning.I miss Maine Road everything about it but really I miss my youth . The memories are mine though . I like the Etihad but the mustard is not as good as Maine Road not by a long shot .
No, thinking about it, youth is overrated. We had culture back then but fuck all else. The quality of both life and football is much better now. The 80s were the worst of all. Up North in Thatcher's Britain. Now we are [apparently] THE Northern Powerhouse and have, of course, the most magnificent football club on the planet. The good old days, my arse.