I’ll be there on Sunday, as usual. Not to ‘show the PL’, not to show Sky, or the press or the idiot supporters of other teams. I’ll be there because I fucking love this club and everything about it. Rain or shine, good times and bad, it never loses its place in my heart.
It can frustrate me, it can piss me off but boy can it elate me.
I don’t cuddle blokes I’ve never met anywhere else other than there.
I see people for 10 minutes and half time and full time, once a fortnight, and I feel like I’ve known them forever.
I smile as soon as the stadium hoves into view and when we score, Christ I feel like something might burst, my joy is that great.
Most of all though, I go because, save for the odd occasion I can’t go, not going just never enters my head. It’s like eating, it’s just something I do. It’s one of my biggest fears about becoming a RFOC. That I won’t be able to see them play.
Be that in the Premier League, Champions League, Super League (I know, I know, but I still would have gone, in the end), Championship or Conference North. No panel, no faux supporter, no wanky journalist, no media reporter and certainly no relegation will stop me.
I go because I can’t not. End of. Mind you, the following doesn’t half make it worthwhile.
https://www.mancity.com/citytv/mens/manchester-city-v-aston-villa-brief-highlights-63788837