Tbf that wasn't unusual at Maine Rd at any time!Some strange smelling cigarettes at that Jamaica game IIRC.
Relegation to the third tier despite an away win at Stoke.
Where were you and how do you feel about it all those years on?
Certainly took the whole Summer to get over but once that Blackpool game came round, it was just the same as it is now. We go to the game to watch City, it doesn’t really bother me that much what division we are in (in fact I’m more critical now because it costs more, I was much more laid back then because it was cheap!), I’d be going anyway, as many of us would, as 32134 of us did that first day in the third tierNot only was this the darkest memory of my time watching City, but also something not mentioned so far, the last match for Georgi Kinkladze. I was amongst the Stoke fans for this game surrounded by many undercover City fans. Spent the whole time listening to the inevitable results coming in on the radio and hoping Joe Royle would get Kinkladze on the pitch, if anyone can remember, he’d been in Amsterdam sorting out his transfer to Ajax and flew in late for this match. An awful day and I always recall not speaking to anyone at work on the following Monday. Finally, someone who didn’t know me that well said sorry about the City relegation. There was a deadly hush as the office expected me to explode in rage for daring to mention the football! I controlled myself and fought back the anger and just nodded. It took weeks to get over the relegation. No it took a year!
i was there, in their Main stand. There were fourteen of us all sat together and when the goat scored to put us one up after 31 minutes we all went up and it kicked off to some tune. we fought our way down the steps to the pitch and ran towards our end. i side stepped two coppers but another one got me and threw me out. There were loads of us outside and we tried to watch the rest of the game from one of those open corners at the Britannia. The ground had only just been built and after the game the stoke mob were picking up rubble and half bricks that were still there from it being built and launching them at us. I remember the only chance you had was to watch the sky and move away form all the shit they were throwing at us, people were getting hit with rocks all over the place, it was absolute mayhem. One of the halcyon days, only we could score five away from home and still get relegated!
Never lose that memory pal. They are going to suffer for years now. We should never forget the piss that's been taken for lifetimes.The fact that the two teams ( Pompey and Port Vale) off top of my head) were both away and neither had won away all season, then BOTH won away that very day, still makes me believe that we were truly cursed. I remember getting back to the Museum in Moston later on and the piss that was taken out of us blues that night was horrendous. I got dragged away from various rag twats at different times of that night. Truly horrendous.
Don't worry my friend. The dog shit is well n truly engrained on they're little rag nostrils, such is the rubbing I've been doing.Never lose that memory pal. They are going to suffer for years now. We should never forget the piss that's been taken for lifetimes.