Your rag mask is finally slipping.
Oh fuck I'd better scoot back to the caf.
Your rag mask is finally slipping.
I love city in a similar way to how I love my kids. It's completely unconditional, in that I expect nothing in return, and always has been. They might, occasionally, mildly disappoint me but I'm never disappointed for very long. I can never envisage a time when I won't want them in my life, no matter where they've ended up or what they've done. They can make me smile at the oddest of times and make me unreasonably anxious at others. I suppose it's in the DNA. You stick with them, no matter what; you accept their flaws and even notice some of them yourself. But if others point those self same flaws out to you, it's all out attack, in defence of that which you love. City, what a pleasure it's been.
This pretty much sums it up for me as well. 52 years since my first visit to Maine Road - no regrets at all.Ended relationships over football, quit jobs over it too and spent way too much money following this club and will continue to do so, so yes, I'd say so.
One of the best days of my life was hugging my 19 year old at Wembley when we beat Stoke.The perfect mix for me on Sunday was mixing my love for City with my love for my two boys, taking them to their first Wembley final, seeing their faces when we won and how much they love City, that made me very happy
Met Paul Dickov in Sainsburies in Altrincham and thanked him for giving me the best day in my life at that time, then the kids and Sergio came along, sorry PaulOne of the best days of my life was hugging my 19 year old at Wembley when we beat Stoke.
City maybe in a tie with him and Mrs Moon but they've been there longer and things like weddings, hopidays etc are always arranged to not effect going to games.