Media Thread - 2021/22

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I grew up in the last golden era of Manchester City, 1976 and the Tony Book side but City were massively outnumbered at my school even then and then came 3 decades of abject failure. The result was that City fans were the hard core loyalists. If you were a City fan, you were a loyal person, dogged and stubborn with good human qualities. There was always I felt a bond between City fans of shared experience that I don't think many football fans feel. I always feel a glow towards my fellow fans even to this day when I go to the game. I just like being with fellow city fans because I know what we have all been through. It's a shared experience that no one else has had.

Once I think we all felt damned. Bringing up your child to be a city fan was almost an act of cruelty and yet it turned into a blessing. We weren't damned at all, we were the blessed generation and we didn't know it. The ones who follow us are unlikely to experience the joys we felt. I think it's called catharsis. There are very few clubs or fanbases who have experienced this.

It was either James H Reeve, or James Stannage, two great radio presenters who I used to listen to after the game who described City as God's own football club. I think every fan thinks their football club is special but I look around at other clubs, and none has our history. And yet many other football fans regard city as plastic. Nothing could be further from the truth. Not for the old generation anyway.
This reminds me of the Paul Morley quote from 98....
Well our day came!!!

City of Lost Souls​


To support Manchester City is to believe that God might have trouble running things on this planet, but he's in control of the next world. He has to be. The Devil rules this world and always will, because his team are Manchester United, and they are world famous and monolithic.

Manchester City, who's name travels the world about as well as Gracie Fields or Pulp, are on the side of the angels; the poor, sapped, unfortunate angels who still believe in quaint antiquated notions of earthly good. To support Manchester City is to accept with heroic willingness the dead-flat that the universe is cold and hostile, and nothing good will become of it. To support City is to tackle head on the crushing pointlessness of existence and to attempt to make something of it. It is hard work. So why do it? Because somehow this seems ultimately more dignified and fulfilling than taking the easy way out and supporting the lulling and obnoxious United.

To support United is too easy. It's convenience supporting. It makes life too easy. There is no challenge. It is a cowardly form of escapism, a sell-out to the forces of evil. United fans have no soul and will spend their eternity neck deep in boiling vomit. City fans retain their soul and will spend their eternity forever reliving the moment their team beat Newcastle 4-3 away from home to win the League Championship in 1968, beating United into second place. Surely we will have such eternal bliss again, for why do we spend so much time suffering in this life watching our team climb to the summit only so that we can watch them dive, dive, dive to their pitiless bottom of the heap while United, of Manchester, but nothing really to do with it, float every more triumphantly skywards?

Heartless United are the incarnation of shamelessness and to support them is heroism in a can. Cavalier City, however awry their football, however dire their straits, glow with something mystical and transcendental. City have soul. United do not.

When they are great again, City will have shown that they are worth their extraordinary fans. To this day these fans will walk a million miles for one of Joe Mercer's smiles. They'll sing a million songs waiting for some new Mercer-like magic. Because they are City, and Christ do they know they're born.

Paul Morley
November 1998
 
Remember after rags first premier League win " Leicester fan " Lineker said on MOTD after all these years the title comes home. Nearly threw up, does he get a bonus for kissing rag arse.
He conveniently omitted that in the late 60s, the 70s, the 80s and the very early 90s, City were the team in Manchester who were more recent winners of the top division. And that throughout that period the rags were just occasional cup winners. When Liverpool had bad seasons.
 
I think we were regularly the third best supported club throughout the 1970s after the 2 red **** clubs. It is clear to me that the media will always pander to the huge support base of those 2 clubs, which means we will always be portrayed extremely negatively by the media, which in turn has significantly stunted the growth of our fan base. The only real change I see is at primary school and secondary school ages where our local Manchester area support is clearly growing, but not yet back to where it was when I was a kid when you used to see loads more City than rag shirts. The Ferguson era clearly changed that balance, and although it’s going our way locally I don’t see too much evidence of a national or international change
Living in spain I see loads a lot of Scandinavian family's and a lot of them have Mahrez's name on .
A bloke in the supermarket had one one I said nice shirt
mate his reply que...took me by suprise
 
I grew up in the last golden era of Manchester City, 1976 and the Tony Book side but City were massively outnumbered at my school even then and then came 3 decades of abject failure. The result was that City fans were the hard core loyalists. If you were a City fan, you were a loyal person, dogged and stubborn with good human qualities. There was always I felt a bond between City fans of shared experience that I don't think many football fans feel. I always feel a glow towards my fellow fans even to this day when I go to the game. I just like being with fellow city fans because I know what we have all been through. It's a shared experience that no one else has had.

Once I think we all felt damned. Bringing up your child to be a city fan was almost an act of cruelty and yet it turned into a blessing. We weren't damned at all, we were the blessed generation and we didn't know it. The ones who follow us are unlikely to experience the joys we felt. I think it's called catharsis. There are very few clubs or fanbases who have experienced this.

It was either James H Reeve, or James Stannage, two great radio presenters who I used to listen to after the game who described City as God's own football club. I think every fan thinks their football club is special but I look around at other clubs, and none has our history. And yet many other football fans regard city as plastic. Nothing could be further from the truth. Not for the old generation anyway.

I presume we're roughly the same age, and having been born in 1964, I was never quite old enough to remember the 68-70 period with any clarity.

Where we differ slightly is that being educated in Marple in the mid 70s, my School Year (plus the one above and below) were predominantly City-biased (my form alone boasted 9 City fans and only 5 United fans)

In answer to your question from another post, the one thing I noticed whilst queueing at the swamp the other week, is the ageing demographic of the United support when compared with the hundreds of young kids at the ETIHAD.

These kids aren't scarred by memories of Cantona or the Class of 92. They're the future, and it's predominantly sky blue
 
This reminds me of the Paul Morley quote from 98....
Well our day came!!!

City of Lost Souls​


To support Manchester City is to believe that God might have trouble running things on this planet, but he's in control of the next world. He has to be. The Devil rules this world and always will, because his team are Manchester United, and they are world famous and monolithic.

Manchester City, who's name travels the world about as well as Gracie Fields or Pulp, are on the side of the angels; the poor, sapped, unfortunate angels who still believe in quaint antiquated notions of earthly good. To support Manchester City is to accept with heroic willingness the dead-flat that the universe is cold and hostile, and nothing good will become of it. To support City is to tackle head on the crushing pointlessness of existence and to attempt to make something of it. It is hard work. So why do it? Because somehow this seems ultimately more dignified and fulfilling than taking the easy way out and supporting the lulling and obnoxious United.

To support United is too easy. It's convenience supporting. It makes life too easy. There is no challenge. It is a cowardly form of escapism, a sell-out to the forces of evil. United fans have no soul and will spend their eternity neck deep in boiling vomit. City fans retain their soul and will spend their eternity forever reliving the moment their team beat Newcastle 4-3 away from home to win the League Championship in 1968, beating United into second place. Surely we will have such eternal bliss again, for why do we spend so much time suffering in this life watching our team climb to the summit only so that we can watch them dive, dive, dive to their pitiless bottom of the heap while United, of Manchester, but nothing really to do with it, float every more triumphantly skywards?

Heartless United are the incarnation of shamelessness and to support them is heroism in a can. Cavalier City, however awry their football, however dire their straits, glow with something mystical and transcendental. City have soul. United do not.

When they are great again, City will have shown that they are worth their extraordinary fans. To this day these fans will walk a million miles for one of Joe Mercer's smiles. They'll sing a million songs waiting for some new Mercer-like magic. Because they are City, and Christ do they know they're born.

Paul Morley
November 1998

Can I like this 10 times, please?
 
I think we were regularly the third best supported club throughout the 1970s after the 2 red **** clubs. It is clear to me that the media will always pander to the huge support base of those 2 clubs, which means we will always be portrayed extremely negatively by the media, which in turn has significantly stunted the growth of our fan base. The only real change I see is at primary school and secondary school ages where our local Manchester area support is clearly growing, but not yet back to where it was when I was a kid when you used to see loads more City than rag shirts. The Ferguson era clearly changed that balance, and although it’s going our way locally I don’t see too much evidence of a national or international change
Propaganda machine in full flow, we are the baddies, we are the Soviet, Chinese, Cuban commies, the evil of the world. That's basically why we ain't making any headway in turning things around.
 
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