It was eighteen years ago today.....

prof-taf said:
Watched In Minorca with my now wife. She wasn't impressed with my mood at final whistle. Was it port vale that stayed up at our expense, remember someone gobbing off about the mighty vale, I think.
Had had a few beers
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Yeah Huddersfield rolled over at home and their fans were cheering the Vale goals (I was told this by a Hudders fan I was working with). As with others it was a case of trying to get over that bridge in one piece and then back to the car. Horrible day all round.
 
A horrible season and day. It seemed like every team we played had some bastard who just happened to be a City fan as a kid and always seemed to score against us.I used to think,''If you support/supported us couldn't you have just skied it over??''

I remember I had started seeing this woman from Wiltshire of all places.It was my birthday and Valentines day this weekend so she came up to Manchester and wanted to go to Maine Road as she knew how much City meant to me so I got her a ticket.....against Bury! It was freezing cold and we lost 0-1 in a game that has since been voted the worst game ever on a lot of fans forums.It was dire,in a season of dire.As we left she said to me ''You must be absolutely mad supporting this lot and going through this every week!''...I had to agree lol!!!

Onto the Stoke game I was working nights on the ship.I got up early and was following the scores on sky sports. If I remember rightly if one of the teams at the bottom drew or lost and we won we would be safe.In typical City fashion we won 5-2 and everyone else won as well so we were relegated!

I started work and all the deckhands had made black armbands out of bin liners and were waiting for me the bastards! I then had to take stick off all the plastic rags until I shut them up by saying I would gladly take stick off any one of them who had been to the swamp or even watched the rags live.There was silence and the rest of the messroom applauded when I said,''I go every week I am not working and will be there next season,third division or not!''

Bad days but in some ways happy too.
 
I'm not a fighter but I remember having to barge, kick, punch my way to get across some footbridge and then not knowing where I was when I got to the other side and dreading having to go back over bridge again. Dodging bricks and sticks.
 
Absolutely awful day, was only a kid but I remember dreading school the following day because I knew I would get so much stick, and I did. It was relentless and went on for months. But the worse thing was it wasn't United fans, it was Stockport County fans. They were a division above us and didn't they want us all to know it. United fans weren't interested anymore, some of them were almost sympathetic. Crazy to think that in 24 hours time we could be in the Champions League final.
 
Always remember the train on the way back pulling into Macc and the announcement "Next stop Macclesfield"

Didn't know whether to laugh or cry
 
Ahh Stockport and their fans.How they took great delight in mocking our demise....revenge is a dish best eaten cold eh?
 
Yep can remember it like it was yesterday. I think I'd become numbed to the pain at that point as it didn't seem to hit me as hard as the one couple of years previous. Maybe it was just shock. Or because we had gone down fighting, quite literally in a few people's cases. I can remember the journey back to Manchester on the train as being very very quiet. I look back on supporting city at that time with a lot of fondness now.


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Had tickets for the home end but and was trying to leave it as late as possible before going in the ground was just about to make my way round to the turnstile when a fellow blue approached me with a spare ticket his son had woke up that morning and had not been able to face the game and went straight to the city end to join my mate who later became my father in law. Remember sat on the top deck of a double decker bus after the match watching fighting an general Mayhem going on around us an bricks coming through the bottom deck windows. They are still my favourite times following city away. Brilliant days.
 
Bayblue said:
... That we were relegated to the "third" division; despite winning 5-2 at Stoke (who were also relegated).

I guess things have turned out alright after all?

Anyone here remember that match?
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City made me cry on my birthday, I didn't manage to get to the game for various reasons but I sat in the garden after the match drinking a single malt which had been given to me that day thinking how shit life was.
 
I remember it like it was yesterday. There were 14 of us in the main stand and when the goat scored after 32 mins up we went! It was mayhem and we were scrapping and being pushed Back and ended up on the pitch. I ran towards our end, side stepped the first copper and got nicked by the second. He just threw me out along with a load of other city fans. After the match our escort had bricks and alsorts thrown at us, you had to watch the sky so you could move out of the way of all the objects. I remember thinking the battle of Agincourt must've been like this but watching the skies for arrows! It was mental, one of those days that just happened back in the day


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A few legends scored for us that day:

The Goat got two
One each for Dickov, Horlock and Bradbury (ahem).
 
I remember listening to it on the radio in the back garden and my dad laughing at me (he is a united fan)
 
I didnt go to the game cant remember why normally went to stoke, but what i do remember was feeling low watching the results come in, but what sent me over the edge was watching arsenal and tony adams score to win the league, i felt so low watching that knowing how far away we were from it now, cryied like a baby, 36 years old.
fuck me our club put us through it, where were we when we were shit, we all know were we where.
 
remember it well like most on here.

i remember how amazing the fans in the ground were after the final whistle. Standing there in their 1000's applauding and singing as the players went off. Even watching it on the box in my local i felt proud of the fans. They were bloody amazing. My mates took the piss. I put a brave face on it but inside i was dying.

then Kinky chucked his boots into the crowd. we all knew that would be his last city game. I did think at that moment, "kinkys gone, what the fook is the future?"

Desperate times.

But in a sick way, im glad it happened to us. Most of us can fully appreciate how far we have come in such a short time.
 
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