I work in an office full of plastics who wind me up no end. Not because they never go, but because they never go and yet seem to speak with such authority about a game they pretend to love although they never get their hands in their pockets to actually go to a match; it's all regurgitated crap they get off the telly.
One day last week I was telling one of the girls that when City fans get together they'll normally say "Did you go to... ?' or "Do you remember such a thing?" The rags, on the other hand, just compare the size of their respective tellys or wonder which pub they'll be watching the next match on. They wouldn't know where to start with a thread like this: "Er, I was in my living room watching this match once and, er..."
I was lucky enough to have been at most of the games mentioned in this thread. The Frankinstein fight at West Brom was hilarious and I seem to recall a paddling pool joining in as well. The Frankinsteins were owned by photographer Kevin Cummins and former MSV editor Steve Welsh respectively - the latter was wearing the old blue away shirt with the red and white sash. Steve comes on here so he'll correct me if I'm wrong.
The funniest thing I can recall off the top of my head was when City lost 1-0 at Notts County in the FA Cup in 1991 and tickets were at a premium. Three or four lads I know from Didsbury travelled without tickets in the hope that they'd be able to get them outside. They couldn't. Shortly after the kick-off I saw them all walking around the perimeter of the pitch towards our end, carrying a cardboard box each. They'd found them outside, walked through the main entrance with them, told the old duffer on the desk that they'd ran out of hot dogs in the away end and were waved through without any further ado. You'd never get away with a stunt like that these days!