I remember as a kid in the 70's going to watch County play City in a couple of friendlies. County were on the brink of closure and City to help them out and get some money through the till played these matches.
Fast forward to when Frank Clarke was in charge of us and we're on our arses. City were away at Crewe who were also struggling. Myself, my two brothers and a mate went to watch Stockport at home (sure it was New Years day) and at half time the PA guy at County was fucking creaming himself when announcing the half time scores "And in the relegation battle at Gresty Road, it's Crewe one Man City nil" The crowd of around six thousand cheered.
It fucking turned my stomach and I said to my younger brother about how these cnuts have short memories. He said, "most of this lot are rags who can't be bothered going to Old Trafford"