Didsbury Dave
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I'm going to nominate QPR away in 1993.
This was a time of optimism amongst city fans. We appeared to have ridden our first fall from grace under Swales in the 1980s, and had a good team built around a spine of coton, Curle, Quinn, white etc, Howard Kendall then Peter Reid had us challenging at the top of the table for once and we were developing a new platt lane stand. We still weren't title material, but the club felt quite stable, our financial troubles seemed to be behind us and the FA Cup represented our best chance of ending our trophy draut. And in those days the fa cup still retained its full traditional magic as money wasn't quite yet the god of football. We took a big following to loftus road and were allocated the terracing and seats behind the goal along with a terrace up the side; probably 6000 or so. Before the game the pubs of the Area were packed with racous city fans. I travelled without a ticket and bought one on the day in the seats up the side, and as the game kicked off it was obvious hundreds of blues had done the same.
The atmosphere was a proper old school, surging on the terraces, huge noise from the city fans. It was a tense, ding dong game and then late on city bagged two, a screamer from David white and a tap in from Michel Vonk. Cue the largely dead fa cup classic song which sent the hairs on the backof your neck up in these situations, when you really believed that your name was on the cup; "we're on the march with Reidy's army,we're all going to wembley". It remains to me the best ever football song. When you start the second rendition with the twin towers in your heart, it was truly special to be following your team.
Qpr bagged a late goal, adding tension to this heady brew, until the final whistle sent us into delirium. We marched out of the ground with a dream in our heart and a return to glory in our minds.
Of course we imploded against spurs in the quarter final to a riot, and this precipitated our second modern day plummet into the doldrums. And when we returned the FA Cup wasnt what it was and in some ways football wasnt either. But for that day, at the end of am era, we were kings.
Apologies, got a bit carried away with the memories there. What's your favourite FA Cup 4th round memory?
This was a time of optimism amongst city fans. We appeared to have ridden our first fall from grace under Swales in the 1980s, and had a good team built around a spine of coton, Curle, Quinn, white etc, Howard Kendall then Peter Reid had us challenging at the top of the table for once and we were developing a new platt lane stand. We still weren't title material, but the club felt quite stable, our financial troubles seemed to be behind us and the FA Cup represented our best chance of ending our trophy draut. And in those days the fa cup still retained its full traditional magic as money wasn't quite yet the god of football. We took a big following to loftus road and were allocated the terracing and seats behind the goal along with a terrace up the side; probably 6000 or so. Before the game the pubs of the Area were packed with racous city fans. I travelled without a ticket and bought one on the day in the seats up the side, and as the game kicked off it was obvious hundreds of blues had done the same.
The atmosphere was a proper old school, surging on the terraces, huge noise from the city fans. It was a tense, ding dong game and then late on city bagged two, a screamer from David white and a tap in from Michel Vonk. Cue the largely dead fa cup classic song which sent the hairs on the backof your neck up in these situations, when you really believed that your name was on the cup; "we're on the march with Reidy's army,we're all going to wembley". It remains to me the best ever football song. When you start the second rendition with the twin towers in your heart, it was truly special to be following your team.
Qpr bagged a late goal, adding tension to this heady brew, until the final whistle sent us into delirium. We marched out of the ground with a dream in our heart and a return to glory in our minds.
Of course we imploded against spurs in the quarter final to a riot, and this precipitated our second modern day plummet into the doldrums. And when we returned the FA Cup wasnt what it was and in some ways football wasnt either. But for that day, at the end of am era, we were kings.
Apologies, got a bit carried away with the memories there. What's your favourite FA Cup 4th round memory?