Great day that. I was in the main stand with two former uni flatmates, one a Blue (Steve) & the other a Leeds fan (Tony). The mates I’d travelled over with were standing behind the goal so we split up when we arrived and I waited for Steve & Tony.
As I’m waiting, quietly minding my own business with no colours showing, a bus pulls up full of Leeds fans. Fuck me if the first one off wasn’t another of our flatmates. Normally I’d have gone to speak to him but I knew he’d be pissed up, would tell everyone I was a Blue and I’d get a kicking. So I hid & hoped he wouldn’t see me and he didn’t so I got away with that.
After the game, the City fans behind the goal were kept in, which just gave the Leeds fans time to get round from their end and chuck bricks into the ground where the City fans were. I’m strolling nonchalantly round to meet my other mates to go back to Manchester scarf tied securely around my waist under my jumper. Then they let the Coty fans out and they charged the Leeds fans en masse. I wasn’t bothered, after all I was a Blue but as they charged towards me I realised they wouldn’t know that and again I was risking a kicking but from my own fans. So I hurriedly fumbled under my clothes, got my scarf out from under my jumper and was waving it around as they got close. The kids of today have no idea what away games used to be like.