Queued for about 6 hours on the phone to get tickets, having been to over 20 matches that season, including Mansfield in the Auto Windscreens Cup... However, unlike everyone else on here, I didn't go to York away (I was though at York at home, if that counts?!).
Sales day was a typical City mess of organisation, not rewarding fans that had stayed with the team that season, including the Wigan play-off game, by only wanting 3 ticket stubs per 3 or 4 Wembley tickets.
Eventually got obstructed view seats on my Dad's credit card. Couldn't see the scoreboard, so didn't know at the time how close to the bone we took it. The 'view' also meant half of Weaver's 2nd half goal was also obstructed by a pillar.
To digress, the only game I can remember leaving early was in the late 80's when we lost 2-3 at home to Chelsea, when we came 2nd in the league and got promoted. My Dad made me leave at 1-3, and I can still vividly recall the roar from outside as we pulled a meaningless goal back to make it 2-3. Only being 8 or 9, I was gutted I didn't see that meaningless goal.
Since then I've never left a game early. Perhaps my stubborn nature, waiting so long to go to Wembley and the obstructed view of the scoreboard also made me stay, even after my brother asked to leave. Following my refusal to go, we ended up several rows further forward after Dickov's equaliser. I remember hugging a woman I'd never met before and my brother and I picking up each other's scarf off the floor and laughing. The rest is history.
Nothing has ever felt quite so important where City are concerned.
Amazing day.
Sales day was a typical City mess of organisation, not rewarding fans that had stayed with the team that season, including the Wigan play-off game, by only wanting 3 ticket stubs per 3 or 4 Wembley tickets.
Eventually got obstructed view seats on my Dad's credit card. Couldn't see the scoreboard, so didn't know at the time how close to the bone we took it. The 'view' also meant half of Weaver's 2nd half goal was also obstructed by a pillar.
To digress, the only game I can remember leaving early was in the late 80's when we lost 2-3 at home to Chelsea, when we came 2nd in the league and got promoted. My Dad made me leave at 1-3, and I can still vividly recall the roar from outside as we pulled a meaningless goal back to make it 2-3. Only being 8 or 9, I was gutted I didn't see that meaningless goal.
Since then I've never left a game early. Perhaps my stubborn nature, waiting so long to go to Wembley and the obstructed view of the scoreboard also made me stay, even after my brother asked to leave. Following my refusal to go, we ended up several rows further forward after Dickov's equaliser. I remember hugging a woman I'd never met before and my brother and I picking up each other's scarf off the floor and laughing. The rest is history.
Nothing has ever felt quite so important where City are concerned.
Amazing day.