There have been a lot of posts on this thread - many from people who weren’t involved in any of the City fanzines - so let me put a few people straight on a few things albeit in abridged form...
In the beginning there was BluePrint. I acknowledged early on that they had unlocked the door and given some of us at least the idea.
Unfortunately, BluePrint seemed to be staffed entirely by social workers and right-on pseudo-intellectuals who had some quaint ideas, including offering the club £1,000 to have blue and white netting in the goals. That was fair enough as it went; it was their money. However, things took an about-turn when they decided that we – Electric Blue at the time– should be doing something similar. We weren’t. Any meagre profits we made in the early days were banked and paid for sundry items (typewriter ribbons and Letraset amongst other things). We had a big fallout with holier-than-thou BluePrint because of this.
Dave Wallace was someone I had a great relationship with for many years. We sometimes socialised together and he was good enough to give me a lift to a lot of games. I appreciated that, enjoyed his company and paid my way. It was mutually beneficial in my opinion.
However, following an editorial meeting when we’d realised that Dave was planning to be the fan on the board, I asked him about this. He was uncharacteristically vague, saying that he was reluctant but: “everyone wanted him to do it.” I found this a bit hard to believe as I hadn’t heard anyone else say this, but he didn’t actually admit that he was interested. Had he done so, I would have supported him; I didn’t want the job personally. Certainly, had he asked me to support him I would have had absolutely no qualms in doing so.
Subsequent issues of his fanzine saw writers promoting Dave as FOTB. One of them – someone I knew well and respected – said a fanzine editor should do the job, before comparing Dave and I and coming up with the conclusion that because they sold more than me and my ex did, therefore Dave should be FOTB. I wasn’t happy about being put into a frame that I had made no pretensions of being in, only to be relegated to second place.
I wrote to Dave several times subsequently and – whatever some of his supporters think – unlike me (check out the back catalogue for proof), Dave abhors criticism, however constructive or well intended it may be, and simply refused to print my letters.
Consequently and admittedly, I had a few pops to “deflate his bubble of pomposity” and I tried to be at least humorous but – rightly or wrongly – things turned nasty.
For what it’s worth, we met up some time ago and buried the hatchet. Too much water’s gone under the bridge for me to bear any malice and I’m too busy with other things, but one day I’m sure someone – perhaps Gary James? – will write a book about the so-called ‘fanzine wars.’
Personally, I am proud to have been part of what might be called a cultural phenomenon and I recognise that everyone else who was involved had a part – however large or small – to play in what was a part of City’s off-the-field history in what, for most part, were the darkest of days.
Virtually all of the fanzines have gone now and never a week goes by without someone asking me to bring another Bert Trautmann’s Helmet out, but Dave soldiers on. Personally I think he likes the limelight a little too much to ever return to the rank and file, but good luck to him anyway, and his writers too.