Maine Road for me all day long. I remember when I went to the open visit, to see where I would be sat (existing season ticket holders at Maine Road, had like for like for like seating at Eastlands), now don't get me wrong the view was terrific and I was sat 5 rows back from the TV and commentary area, but I just thought "this doesn't feel the same and I feel like it's not home", and to this day I still feel that way.
Maine Road was well Maine Road. Parking in a street near the park side for 50p (latterly on Whalley Range School), cutting through the alleys to get there, squeezing through the shit turnstiles, the hustle and bustle inside the bar areas and betting kiosks, smell of rank pies and fag smoke, sitting in my seat watching both teams warm up, listening to the shite music on the tannoy as I read my programme, then come 2.55 the thrill of seeing the tunnel come out and the famous song start to play to which we always came out to, sitting through torture, bell ringing and looking at the wank scoreboard at one end, filtering away after the match through the alleys and hoping the car was in one piece or still there ! and finally listening to sports report safely going home.
This is why Maine Road will always be our "proper" home to me, more happy, sad and entertaining memories than you can shake a big stick at.
I always cut out princess parkway on match days, so I can drive past the parkside and our old ground, as I make my way to the Mancunian way, and I tell my eldest girl "over there is where the best ground in the world used to be", I even did it to my wife when we went to watch Robbie Williams the other week.
Happy days.