My darling Mum, Mavis, who died 2 years ago. A blue from birth and friend of Frank Swift and his family. I missed the last game at Maine Road as I was serving in Afghanistan. My Mum sent me this by email (it's my most treasured possession):
We set off early as we wanted to call at sainsburys to get some sandwiches. Whilst there I bought a half bottle of champagne ans two champagne flutes {plastic}. We already had the thermos flasks as usual so we had everything we needed for a long emotional day. We arrived at the ground a 12 noon. Gates didn't open until 1pm. We got a good parking place just opposite the Parkside. The pub was crowded outside, Chips and Gravy was doing a roaring trade and everyone, just everyone was either dressed in blue, carrying a blue flag or had a City scarf round their necks. We sat in the car watching everthing. Dad went for a couple of cans of lager and we drank them whilst watching the flags, balloons and painted faces pass by. Right then, lets go.We walked up Lloyd St to the road we always turn down. Maine Road ahead. I burst into tears. That was a good start. I asked Dad if he would get a photo of the ground from that corner, then another of the Main Entrance. Whilst I was waiting for him to come back people near me started clapping and it was Goater making his way from the Car Park to the entrance. Next thing everyone was singing "feed the Goat". and cheering him. The ground was empty when we got in as the turnstiles hadn't opened, but we had gone through disabled. It soon filled up though. Dad was busy taking photographs. I wanted one of the goalmouth in front of me from the position I had when I went with my Dad as that was where Frank Swift used to wave to me from. Another of the Gene Kelly Stand where I used to wave to you and Phlilip. Suddenly applause started from the Gene Kelly stand and George Kinkladse was making his way round to the players tunnel. What an ovation.. Then the parade of legends started The fifties first. Roy Little was the oldest ex player there Joe Fagin, Smith , Hart. Then the sixties. seventies and so on. So many players. Mike Doyle, Francis Lee Mike Summerbee . Geo Kinky said he always had a special affection for Maine Road, and we cheered him again. In fact we cheered anything and everything. Tony Book was there and his hair is as white as Dads. I didn't recognise him. Denis Law looks younger than ever. Then it was time for the teams to come out. "Maine Road will you welcome your Mamchester City team out for the last time ever here at Maine Road" !!! the place erupted Blue Moon I saw you standing alone etc. Crikey Moses Carl, there wasn"t a dry eye to be seen. The cheering went on and on and so did Blue Moon, City till I die, and all the others. Schmeicel {?} went to every player and shook their hands. The players all lined up outside the players tunnnel and Mike Summerbee escorted Mrs Mercer out to meet both teams. What a reception she got. Mike Summerbee is going to present her with Joe Mercers shirts and caps from the Trophy Room. Then out came Colin Bell. "Theres only one Colin Bell" to meet the teams. Finally out came Malcolm Alison. The place went mad. Apparently he is in an old folks home in Sale, and he suffers from depression. Lets hope the occasion lifted him a little. The teams were announced and when it came to the Captain all you could hear was FEED THE GOAT. It seemed to go on for ever. The match was nothing to write home about. When the players came back after half time, they hung back and let Goater come out on his own. Very very emotional. c/f
The second half wasnt much better than the 1st, but thats City for you. Roller Coaster. Perhaps thats why we love them. Match over. We waited for a while then the lads came out to walk a lap of honour. They were clapping us, we were clapping them. They slowly made their way round and then one more wave and they went in forever. Time the champagne came out. It did taste good. We kept the bottle out of sight in case we got told off and we had prawn sandwiches{ just to let the Reds know they aren't the only ones to eat them ! The presentation started Smeichel was first and Goater came on to the stage. Apparently he was a bit weepie. We wouldn't let him go for a long while. It was sad to see him walk slowly off the pitch for the last time. There were three bands playing the sort of music you and Philip like, you know boom boom boom. In between times Ricky Hatton came on . His match at Maine Road is off because he had to have plastic surgery on his eye. Very disappointed he said he was, but there it is. Then Paul Dickov came on and said how much he loved this place, but now that Leicester were in the Premiership he was looking forward to playing at the new stadium. Kicking a few was how he put it. Them came the fireworks, and what a great display it was. Two machines then blew out blue and white tickertape all over the ground. Everyone was still singing blue moon right to the end. Not one person went on the pitch, nothing was ruined. Everone behaved and a wonderful, nostalgic, emotional time was had by all. We left the ground very subdued. Not just us, - everyone. You could feel the sadness and see lots of tears. I crossed Maine Road, stopped on the corner. I turned to look at the stadium one last time. Goodbye Old Lady , thanks for so many happy, and sad times. Your'e looking tired now, it"s time for a well earned rest. God bless.