Great postMy uncle used to call me Blue but I didn't know why. My dog is called Blue and, 48 years later, I know exactly why I named her that. I was born in Moss Side in '68 and hardly remember anything from when I was a kid, beyond my love for City. I never even kicked the ball in my yard without putting my City gear on. If it's in you, it's in you. It's part of the reason why I cannot stand the moaning - support your team, offer constructive criticism where it's due but never, ever call one of our own useless, shite, Plodri or any of the other insults that have recently been offered; they play for US, they are US, and there is nothing like it. I cannot even go near Claremont Road now without literally feeling the walk to the North Stand with my dad or my grandad, passing Arties and smelling the hot dogs and onions. Absolutely, the most vivid sights and smells of my youth.
My uncle used to call me Blue but I didn't know why. My dog is called Blue and, 48 years later, I know exactly why I named her that. I was born in Moss Side in '68 and hardly remember anything from when I was a kid, beyond my love for City. I never even kicked the ball in my yard without putting my City gear on. If it's in you, it's in you. It's part of the reason why I cannot stand the moaning - support your team, offer constructive criticism where it's due but never, ever call one of our own useless, shite, Plodri or any of the other insults that have recently been offered; they play for US, they are US, and there is nothing like it. I cannot even go near Claremont Road now without literally feeling the walk to the North Stand with my dad or my grandad, passing Arties and smelling the hot dogs and onions. Absolutely, the most vivid sights and smells of my youth.
BOTMMy uncle used to call me Blue but I didn't know why. My dog is called Blue and, 48 years later, I know exactly why I named her that. I was born in Moss Side in '68 and hardly remember anything from when I was a kid, beyond my love for City. I never even kicked the ball in my yard without putting my City gear on. If it's in you, it's in you. It's part of the reason why I cannot stand the moaning - support your team, offer constructive criticism where it's due but never, ever call one of our own useless, shite, Plodri or any of the other insults that have recently been offered; they play for US, they are US, and there is nothing like it. I cannot even go near Claremont Road now without literally feeling the walk to the North Stand with my dad or my grandad, passing Arties and smelling the hot dogs and onions. Absolutely, the most vivid sights and smells of my youth.
And more importantly a Majestic Wine Voucher. They know me better than I know myselfThey sent me a handwritten card today with a gift voucher. This club has a soul. Love them.
I didn't get a card. Or gift voucher. Nor did my dad. Or my son. I love City to my bones but let's not pretend that they're some altruistic, philanthropic entity. They're not.They sent me a handwritten card today with a gift voucher. This club has a soul. Love them.