Full Members Cup final

[blue44]

I was there. Chelsea were followed by fascist twats but they got mullered by the Maine Line on Wembley Way

Going home,i remember being in our car on what must of been wembley way coming off the car parks and
looking back and seeing City charging into chelsea
we were surrounded by chelsea fans walking along the side going home
we still took about 20,000 to 25,000 down though

 

[birch villa]

I seem to remember some controversy over City's smaller than usual allocation, especially as United hadn't even sold all their own tickets.
4 of us from Whaley Bridge played the old "we'll go in their end and keep quiet" card, which lasted all of 90 seconds, until United opened the scoring with a Gibson Free Kick.
I must confess to being a tad drunk, and after climbing over a fence, I found myself about 2 yards from United's dugout, and was greeted by a couple of Policeman

"Any chance of us going in the City end mate?"
"How many of you are there?"
"4"
Okay, hurry up!"
I gestured to my.mates, whereupon about 70 City fans came over the fence

The following day we had a coach from Whaley to Wembley. It was a weird kind of typical mid 80s blokey type of day, and it certainly wasn't for the faint hearted.

I was one ov the 70 pal

 

[Zabbasbeard]

I was there. It kicked off on the tube on the way home. Four blokes who had long hair and scarves round their wrists - 70s style - stirring it on the tube "You fackin norven cants - it's a long way to go home when you've lost". They weren't your average Pringle wearing boys. Bizarre..

 

[Didsbury Dave]

I seem to remember some controversy over City's smaller than usual allocation, especially as United hadn't even sold all their own tickets.
4 of us from Whaley Bridge played the old "we'll go in their end and keep quiet" card, which lasted all of 90 seconds, until United opened the scoring with a Gibson Free Kick.
I must confess to being a tad drunk, and after climbing over a fence, I found myself about 2 yards from United's dugout, and was greeted by a couple of Policeman

"Any chance of us going in the City end mate?"
"How many of you are there?"
"4"
Okay, hurry up!"
I gestured to my.mates, whereupon about 70 City fans came over the fence

The following day we had a coach from Whaley to Wembley. It was a weird kind of typical mid 80s blokey type of day, and it certainly wasn't for the faint hearted.

I was in the United Road end right next to the City fans and definitely had to keep my mouth shut. I also remember there was anger about the allocation and I think it was the first time they just gave us the Scoreboard Paddock (6000ish) and I actually remember it being 850 seats in a line near the current away seats. We used to give them 13-14K. I think that might have been my first away derby because I can remember a red stating that City used to get a big block of seats in the k stand but hadn’t any more and it affected the atmosphere.

I can remember looking over to the city end after the equaliser and everyone was up on top of the fences going mad whilst all the reds around me fumed.

 

[cleavers]

I was living in Germany at the time, but the chance to see City at Wembley was too much to miss, so me and my wife decided to make the weekend of it, staying in London with a family friend. We left Friday afternoon for a ferry back to the UK arriving at our friends in the evening, listening to the derby the following day, couldn't get back up for that as well, and wouldn't have got a ticket anyway, as I'd been out of the UK for 3 years at that point, and lived away for more than 5, so my season ticket had obviously lapsed, though I still did as many games as I could.

On match day we got to Wembley early, my wife had never been before, and went in pretty much as soon as the gates opened, excited to see City at Wembley. However I had to be in work on Monday morning (back in Germany), so we had a tight time to catch the ferry after the game. So I'm afraid when it got to 5-1, I thought "fuck this" and we left to get back to Dover before we got blocked in by the traffic, as we were walking back to the car, we heard a couple of cheer's, and I just assumed we had been utterly battered, but keen to find out the final score we listened to every sports bulletin on the radio on our way back to Dover.

It was ages before it even got mentioned, and I couldn't believe I'd done all that journey, and had missed us score 3 times at Wembley.

I've rarely left a game early ever since.

 

[No1 was Colin bell]

I went with my dad. I was not long back from university and just so excited about being at Wembley even if it was a kind of odd trophy. And we took the lead and there I was thinking we were going to finally win a trophy and I was there! And then disaster, Chelsea just did not stop scoring and there were 5-1 down. And then all of a sudden City couldn’t stop scoring, it was so exciting. I was standing on my chair, the plastic Seat wobbling around all over the place with dad holding me up trying to stop me busting my legs if it flipped up again. The city fans were roaring who is the team on, a huge crescendo of noise. 5-2, 5-3 and suddenly 5-4 could we do it? But time was running out and so it did. The usual rollercoaster of emotions watching city in those days but still something dad and I remember fondly as a great trip out albeit one that was ultimately disappointing.

 

[kev20971]

Only went the final and my dad said he wouldn't of let me go if I hadn't already bought a ticket (14 at the time). Anyway got on one of the specials at Stockport to Wembley Central but don't really remember much of the the trip , the things that stick in my mind are, we should of had a penalty at 2:1 down 2nd half, Doug Rougvie took out Steve Kinsey and Paul Simpson coming on late on and changing the game , remember him beating two Chelsea players in one and crossing it for City's 2nd or 3rd goal ?

 

[kev20971]

Only went the final and my dad said he wouldn't of let me go if I hadn't already bought a ticket (14 at the time). Anyway got on one of the specials at Stockport to Wembley Central but don't really remember much of the the trip , the things that stick in my mind are, we should of had a penalty at 2:1 down 2nd half, Doug Rougvie took out Steve Kinsey and Paul Simpson coming on late on and changing the game , remember him beating two Chelsea players in one and crossing it for City's 2nd or 3rd goal ?

Also being clever and walking down Wembley Way after the match and nearly getting lost on the way back to Wembley Central!

 

[Zabbasbeard]

I was in the United Road end right next to the City fans and definitely had to keep my mouth shut. I also remember there was anger about the allocation and I think it was the first time they just gave us the Scoreboard Paddock (6000ish) and I actually remember it being 850 seats in a line near the current away seats. We used to give them 13-14K. I think that might have been my first away derby because I can remember a red stating that City used to get a big block of seats in the k stand but hadn’t any more and it affected the atmosphere.

I can remember looking over to the city end after the equaliser and everyone was up on top of the fences going mad whilst all the reds around me fumed.

So we're chanting "Back to school on Monday" and "You don't come from Manchester" to you as well! I wonder how many other Blues were in with you.

I had a ticket in the Stretford Paddock and about half an hour before kick off asked along with a handful of other Blues if we could move to the Scoreboard Paddock, and the Coppers duly acceded to our request.

It was a tough watch but United were flaky and getting that equaliser was a great feeling. Going absolutely mental! I'm glad we moved!

What a couple of days.

 

[Phil1]

The final was the day that let me know bright and early that being a City fan wasn't for the faint hearted.
It started so well, an excited 8 year old opening a birthday card and a Wembley ticket falling into his happy as fuck hands. A trip with his dad and uncles to London, piled into a dodgy fucking transit with arms and legs sprawled everywhere, fun and laughter abound..
Anyway, I was dragged out at 5-1 and my jolly little birthday outing seemed to have fizzled out. That was until we stopped for petrol and some poor unsuspecting bloke had the temerity to say to my dad filling up "unlucky today, was close" (it was years later my dad told me what happened) before it all went pear shaped.. Obviously unaware of the final score my dad and uncles thought he was taking the piss and it all kicked off!! Within minutes there was police everywhere and I spent a few hours looking at wanted posters in the local nick whilst my nobhead family tried to explain themselves.

My mum was buzzing when I got home and told her....