When I was growing up in Manchester (ok, greater Manchester) Stockport was my closest fair-sized town. Went into the Merseyway shopping centre fairly regularly with my mother, and used to go and buy my rock and folk LPs at a place that was down the hill, I think on Great Underbank, although I wouldn't swear to it (looong time ago). Even saw Keef Hartley at the Stockport College of Technology, as it then was. Revised for my A levels in Stockport Central Library that spring. Happy times.
I've often thought that if I'd stayed in Manchester, I would probably have supported County as a lower league club as well as City, and indeed went to Edgley Park a few times because it was on Friday nights, and I simply couldn't get enough live football in those days. By God but it was a pokey little ground then. The Cheadle End sometimes used to give it the big one about both City and United from time to time. Touching, really.
There's a logical catchment area to support County in League One, easily, and maybe in the Championship. North Manchester was well served in those days — Bolton, Bury, Rochdale, Oldham, sad that so many of them have fallen on hard times — and there was something of an imbalance.
Glad to see them doing well, frankly. As for them beating us and gloating about it donkeys years ago, I just can't be bothered to hate them for it now. I haven't got the negative energy. They had their moment in the sun. We are the Champions League holders, three successive Premier League holders and (I am afraid) now a global franchise. Can I really be bothered to care about the fact that a team that's just got back into the league once beat us, during the nanosecond in which our paths crossed? Really not.
Hope they go up.