City 10 Huddersfield Town 1

Had a badly bruised shin from taking a heavy whack playing football that morning so as I limped painfully to the ground, I decided to swerve my usual spot on the Kippax and for some reason decided to watch the game from that weird little section of seats between the Main and North stands.
Pissing it down all day and as Huddersfield dominated early on, missing two absolute sitters, I was left wondering why the hell I bothered. The rest is history.
Huddersfield’s fans were great tbf, doing the conga round the Platt Lane when they scored their sympathy penalty.
Town boss Malcolm McDonald’s gloriously bitter post-match interview was priceless. “Well, four of them were offside”...
 
I absolutely hate all reference to that game. Was watching at my girlfriends house at the time, after another episode of mid-match nagging, I decided to end matters with her and at full time promptly put my coat on, said it was over and began to walk home to my student digs.
Have way home in the rain I hear the patter of feet and said girl ‘begging’ me (that’s how I remember it) to stay. I gave in and to cut a long story short married her 2 years later..........






divorced 2 years after that
 
Vague memories of this one but definitely nowhere near full
19,583 - for once a Swales-era attendance that was about right! In typical City fashion we lost the return league game, but only 1-0.

For the next home league game against Brum my car broke down on the way and I didn't get in until well into the 2nd half, thank fuck it wasn't for the Hudders match.
 
19,583 - for once a Swales-era attendance that was about right! In typical City fashion we lost the return league game, but only 1-0.

For the next home league game against Brum my car broke down on the way and I didn't get in until well into the 2nd half, thank fuck it wasn't for the Hudders match.
Why do I always get a mention about dodgy syrups and dodgy attendances? Ok apart from both being true.
I will never forget this match as my dad was in MRI after an operation for a brain tumour, went to see him after the match, and he asked me the score, I told him 10 1, he said what 10 1 to Huddersfield? He didn’t believe me and required 3 different nurses to validate the score.

He died on the Tuesday before the 5 1 against the scum, and I always felt that one was for him, love City and hate united, large C small u
 
One of my favourite City games for Two reasons, City scoring 10, but even better my best mate who I went to every game with back then, for some inexplicable reason, said to me "I don't fancy it today mate" after I knocked on his door a couple of hours before KO. His face that night was a picture, it took him about a fortnight to get over it lol.
He got over it after a fortnight!! I went to a wedding the day of Quinn saving a penalty against Derby and it bugs me now and will bug me the day I die.

Thank god me and all my mates were at York away.
 
My Dad was demoralised by the football. He didn’t want to go. I was on the fence; wanted to go but wasn’t going without him; we were a team.

Last minute he gives us a shout – taxi booked. ‘What changed yer mind?’ – ‘The sight of your sad chops missing a game,’ he responded, deadpan.

So we went. Queued up for North Stand tickets. It was pissing down. I don’t think he could’ve hated me any more than he did in that moment. That’s when my Dad uttered the immortal words I would remind him of often: ‘If they don’t do owt today, I won’t be going again…’

Wish he'd got to see us win the PL. If he could've just hung on another couple of years...
 

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