New fans/tourists are embarrassing

[BoyBlue_1985]

No we all know your not allowed to support City unless you went to York away, its the law!!

everyone went York Away, the attendance at the moment stands at about 19,000.

Whats all the more outstanding is that the stadium only holds about 7000

 

[erast fandorin]

I can relate to the OP.

I'm 21, the OP is apparently 19, you've got to remember that for lads of our generation, what attracted us to City was Maine Road. The authentic feel of the football club, wanting to be a part of the proper football club with real fans - in stark contrast to the alternative.

It's the reason we didn't take the easy option like 90% of the other spineless needy bastards in the playground and support the rags.

Blues of our generation in Manchester are few and far between, when I was in high school, in a year that contained roughly 200 kids, I could count the amount of blues among them two hands.

We were a rare breed in the 90's and early 2000, but it didn't bother us, it made our love of City all the stronger. We might be in the minority, and the rag kids might have all the trophies and glory, but that's all they have, we're blues, we're a rare breed of persevering hardy souls with one thing in common - a deep-rooted, immovable love of all things Manchester City.

Maine Road is what encapsulated us, enchanted us. The cobbled, terraced streets. The tightly packed stands with low roofs, the wide and imposing expanse of the Kippax. The wise old heads in the stands who knew everything and anything City, the way everyone around your regular spot in the stands was a familiar face, and usually a good friend. The feeling of despite the offerings on the pitch, you were part of something special, a 'proper' football club with genuine fans who truly cared about their club and likewise their fellow blues.

In contrast, United were sweeping all before them and winning the league and european cup treble while we clawing our way out of the third tier. Everyone you knew was a rag, had a replica kit and worshipped the eternal lisp, but didn't know who they were playing on the weekend or who they played last week.

The choice was clear for us - real tears and all football, over corporate, sanitised football with guaranteed trophies and shallow bragging rights.

It's what made us blues. The alternatives were not attractive, despite being exactly that to all of our friends and often our families.

We despised the shallow, spineless nature of the gloryhunting scum who'd call themselves United 'supporters' solely to attach and associate themselves with the success and glory which they were all but guaranteed for the rest of their pathetic lives.

But it didn't matter, because we knew where we stood and we knew that in City we supported a genuine football club with fans who'd bleed for their club.

Call it a trade off if you like.

For kids of our generation, it was essentially this choice as a child;

Trophies, success, and attractive football - but an entirely unfulfilling shallow existence comprised of daily attempts of explaining the offside rule to your fellow 'supporters' and similar attempts at explaining why United weren't playing the same weekend England were.

Or, joining the tightly knit family of tears and all football, roller coaster rides between relegation and promotion, but most significantly a feeling an immense belonging, you were part of a family, and the despite what was going on in the other side of (Greater) Manchester, you didn't measure yourself in trophies or medals because it didn't define you - it didn't make you who you were.

So you'll have to excuse the likes of us who see the similarities with us and the rags (besides the football) growing daily, and the masses of morally defunct souless needy wankers suddenly taking a liking to City and calling themselves 'blues', when we voice our resentment and to be entirely sincere, genuine disgust at these people.

I make no apologies if I've offended anyone, simply my opinion. Most will understand or relate with it.

Fair post but what do you think attracted them in their 30's+40's to City,you're not a rare breed at all mate<br /><br />-- Wed Oct 19, 2011 6:51 pm --<br /><br />

Last season at Chelsea at home i had an ENGLAND fan next to me, not a city fan , not a chelsea fan, but an ENGLAND fan. Wearing a full england tracksuit and cheering on both teams...
I don't really give a hoot about plastic fans if they are cheering on the team that's fine buy me but this guy did my nut in and to make matters worse he fucking stunk !

Gets about Capello doesn't he?

 

[JohnMaddocksAxe]

You can't have a sensible debate on this and related topics on here.

There are too many people who are itching to fly off the handle because they fear that their illogical reasons for 'supporting' a football club might be reflected in such a debate.

On top of that, there are far too many people who equate having an opinion on such a subject as some sort of one man crusade that will somehow eventually enforce that others are banned form the ground or that not agreeing that every single person is a "City fan" just by saying they are is some sort of bid for dictatorship.

Anything other than "Of course it is perfectly logical to shun your local team in favour of a more successful team" or "Of course it is perfectly logical to suddenly develop a previously unknown passion for City at the age of 37" will see people seething on spouting cliches like global brand, financial fair play, the owners are foriegn and other such unrelated bollocks.

 

[machiavellian]

I can relate to the OP.

I'm 21, the OP is apparently 19, you've got to remember that for lads of our generation, what attracted us to City was Maine Road. The authentic feel of the football club, wanting to be a part of the proper football club with real fans - in stark contrast to the alternative.

It's the reason we didn't take the easy option like 90% of the other spineless needy bastards in the playground and support the rags.

Blues of our generation in Manchester are few and far between, when I was in high school, in a year that contained roughly 200 kids, I could count the amount of blues among them two hands.

We were a rare breed in the 90's and early 2000, but it didn't bother us, it made our love of City all the stronger. We might be in the minority, and the rag kids might have all the trophies and glory, but that's all they have, we're blues, we're a rare breed of persevering hardy souls with one thing in common - a deep-rooted, immovable love of all things Manchester City.

Maine Road is what encapsulated us, enchanted us. The cobbled, terraced streets. The tightly packed stands with low roofs, the wide and imposing expanse of the Kippax. The wise old heads in the stands who knew everything and anything City, the way everyone around your regular spot in the stands was a familiar face, and usually a good friend. The feeling of despite the offerings on the pitch, you were part of something special, a 'proper' football club with genuine fans who truly cared about their club and likewise their fellow blues.

In contrast, United were sweeping all before them and winning the league and european cup treble while we clawing our way out of the third tier. Everyone you knew was a rag, had a replica kit and worshipped the eternal lisp, but didn't know who they were playing on the weekend or who they played last week.

The choice was clear for us - real tears and all football, over corporate, sanitised football with guaranteed trophies and shallow bragging rights.

It's what made us blues. The alternatives were not attractive, despite being exactly that to all of our friends and often our families.

We despised the shallow, spineless nature of the gloryhunting scum who'd call themselves United 'supporters' solely to attach and associate themselves with the success and glory which they were all but guaranteed for the rest of their pathetic lives.

But it didn't matter, because we knew where we stood and we knew that in City we supported a genuine football club with fans who'd bleed for their club.

Call it a trade off if you like.

For kids of our generation, it was essentially this choice as a child;

Trophies, success, and attractive football - but an entirely unfulfilling shallow existence comprised of daily attempts of explaining the offside rule to your fellow 'supporters' and similar attempts at explaining why United weren't playing the same weekend England were.

Or, joining the tightly knit family of tears and all football, roller coaster rides between relegation and promotion, but most significantly a feeling an immense belonging, you were part of a family, and the despite what was going on in the other side of (Greater) Manchester, you didn't measure yourself in trophies or medals because it didn't define you - it didn't make you who you were.

So you'll have to excuse the likes of us who see the similarities with us and the rags (besides the football) growing daily, and the masses of morally defunct souless needy wankers suddenly taking a liking to City and calling themselves 'blues', when we voice our resentment and to be entirely sincere, genuine disgust at these people.

I make no apologies if I've offended anyone, simply my opinion. Most will understand or relate with it.

Fair post but what do you think attracted them in their 30's+40's to City,you're not a rare breed at all mate

-- Wed Oct 19, 2011 6:51 pm --

Last season at Chelsea at home i had an ENGLAND fan next to me, not a city fan , not a chelsea fan, but an ENGLAND fan. Wearing a full england tracksuit and cheering on both teams...
I don't really give a hoot about plastic fans if they are cheering on the team that's fine buy me but this guy did my nut in and to make matters worse he fucking stunk !

Gets about Capello doesn't he?

We (City supporting kids in the 1990s) were a rare breed. Maybe that has resulted in me feeling more strongly about this than the older blues, I don't know, probably.

 

[yankblue]

Why wasn't robinho playing last night?

 

[SWP's back]

If we don't get new fans how will we fill a bigger stadium when we eventually extend?

Oh and I take photos at games, it's called creating memories.

No creating memories is what you do. Saving memories is taking the pictures. A memory isn't created in a photo.

 

[glen quagmire]

If we don't get new fans how will we fill a bigger stadium when we eventually extend?

Oh and I take photos at games, it's called creating memories.

No creating memories is what you do. Saving memories is taking the pictures. A memory isn't created in a photo.

Owned by a posh kid!

 

[JoeMercer'sWay]

If we don't get new fans how will we fill a bigger stadium when we eventually extend?

Oh and I take photos at games, it's called creating memories.

No creating memories is what you do. Saving memories is taking the pictures. A memory isn't created in a photo.

Owned by a posh kid!

he's really on a pedantic "no you're not technically right" role recently :P.

 

[Bluebird1]

If we don't get new fans how will we fill a bigger stadium when we eventually extend?

Oh and I take photos at games, it's called creating memories.

No creating memories is what you do. Saving memories is taking the pictures. A memory isn't created in a photo.

Lol, Mr Pedantic, you know what I mean.

 

[JoeMercer'sWay]

I can relate to the OP.

I'm 21, the OP is apparently 19, you've got to remember that for lads of our generation, what attracted us to City was Maine Road. The authentic feel of the football club, wanting to be a part of the proper football club with real fans - in stark contrast to the alternative.

It's the reason we didn't take the easy option like 90% of the other spineless needy bastards in the playground and support the rags.

Blues of our generation in Manchester are few and far between, when I was in high school, in a year that contained roughly 200 kids, I could count the amount of blues among them two hands.

We were a rare breed in the 90's and early 2000, but it didn't bother us, it made our love of City all the stronger. We might be in the minority, and the rag kids might have all the trophies and glory, but that's all they have, we're blues, we're a rare breed of persevering hardy souls with one thing in common - a deep-rooted, immovable love of all things Manchester City.

Maine Road is what encapsulated us, enchanted us. The cobbled, terraced streets. The tightly packed stands with low roofs, the wide and imposing expanse of the Kippax. The wise old heads in the stands who knew everything and anything City, the way everyone around your regular spot in the stands was a familiar face, and usually a good friend. The feeling of despite the offerings on the pitch, you were part of something special, a 'proper' football club with genuine fans who truly cared about their club and likewise their fellow blues.

In contrast, United were sweeping all before them and winning the league and european cup treble while we clawing our way out of the third tier. Everyone you knew was a rag, had a replica kit and worshipped the eternal lisp, but didn't know who they were playing on the weekend or who they played last week.

The choice was clear for us - real tears and all football, over corporate, sanitised football with guaranteed trophies and shallow bragging rights.

It's what made us blues. The alternatives were not attractive, despite being exactly that to all of our friends and often our families.

We despised the shallow, spineless nature of the gloryhunting scum who'd call themselves United 'supporters' solely to attach and associate themselves with the success and glory which they were all but guaranteed for the rest of their pathetic lives.

But it didn't matter, because we knew where we stood and we knew that in City we supported a genuine football club with fans who'd bleed for their club.

Call it a trade off if you like.

For kids of our generation, it was essentially this choice as a child;

Trophies, success, and attractive football - but an entirely unfulfilling shallow existence comprised of daily attempts of explaining the offside rule to your fellow 'supporters' and similar attempts at explaining why United weren't playing the same weekend England were.

Or, joining the tightly knit family of tears and all football, roller coaster rides between relegation and promotion, but most significantly a feeling an immense belonging, you were part of a family, and the despite what was going on in the other side of (Greater) Manchester, you didn't measure yourself in trophies or medals because it didn't define you - it didn't make you who you were.

So you'll have to excuse the likes of us who see the similarities with us and the rags (besides the football) growing daily, and the masses of morally defunct souless needy wankers suddenly taking a liking to City and calling themselves 'blues', when we voice our resentment and to be entirely sincere, genuine disgust at these people.

I make no apologies if I've offended anyone, simply my opinion. Most will understand or relate with it.

Fair post but what do you think attracted them in their 30's+40's to City,you're not a rare breed at all mate

-- Wed Oct 19, 2011 6:51 pm --

Last season at Chelsea at home i had an ENGLAND fan next to me, not a city fan , not a chelsea fan, but an ENGLAND fan. Wearing a full england tracksuit and cheering on both teams...
I don't really give a hoot about plastic fans if they are cheering on the team that's fine buy me but this guy did my nut in and to make matters worse he fucking stunk !

Gets about Capello doesn't he?

We (City supporting kids in the 1990s) were a rare breed. Maybe that has resulted in me feeling more strongly about this than the older blues, I don't know, probably.

i'm a rare breed, yay! we had more burnley fans than city fans at my school, and no I wasn't in Burnley either!

-- Wed Oct 19, 2011 7:10 pm --

If we don't get new fans how will we fill a bigger stadium when we eventually extend?

Oh and I take photos at games, it's called creating memories.

No creating memories is what you do. Saving memories is taking the pictures. A memory isn't created in a photo.

Lol, Mr Pedantic, you know what I mean.

heard he's started trimming, washing, blow drying and combing each of his puppy beast's coat hairs individually, and he can't go out on walkies unless he's washed his eyes and behind his ears and his teeth are clean.