Don't knock the newcomers. Think of these guys as partially sighted, they can see some of the picture but to truly grasp the full magnificent panorama they need to have their blinkers removed.
Tell them tales of Maine Road, the walk accross Platt Fields and down the passages, the half jog half run between the cars and onto the Kippax concourse. In through the turnstile and walk down the back of the stand - COMMIT NO NUISANCE - and into the tunnel walking craning your neck for the first sight of the vivid green. Then the noise. Look left to see how many 'they've' brought and into the same place week after week, three-quarters up half way between the goal and the halfway line.
Like many on here I did this for the first time as a small child, excited with dad, uncles, cousins and mates. As they years went by the group changed, uncles then dad died, new kids joined in, more cousins, bigger mates; didn't need looking after anymore, it was me putting kids on the wall and saying 'see you at half time'.
Always City.
Brilliant.
sneaky pint in the beehive, past the City chippy, past the old fella shouting the "END IS NIGH" , in the kippax, piss in the bogs against the wall, shake the shoes, pint of greenhalls foam on the grass at the back, abuse the away lot walking up the stairs, through the tunnel with the pitch getting bigger. Straight to the same spot ( funny how when we had standing it was as if everyone had there own season ticket for their particular spot!). Watch us get hammered 5-0 off Liverpool, back out past the fella with the long hair selling the pink, no one could understand a word he was saying! chin wag on the corner of Ethel st i think, give the scally kid 50p for not trashing the car and home.
Loved every last minute. Love City
Don't have a go at those that weren't lucky enough to share this and don't deride those that don't want to hear about it, it really is their loss.
For as long as you can, enjoy seeing the big picture and never stop trying to show it to others.
