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Anonymous
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Smashing terrace. Like any stand in any ground, there were undoubtedly times when the atmosphere was flat. But there were plenty of times when it bounced.
Doing the Mexican Wave on a Wednesday night vs Norwich, everyone cheering with their hands up just as Norwich scored - typical City.
The Charlton promotion match when it felt like there was 50,000 on the Kippax alone that day.
The 5-1 - just the best atmosphere I've ever been in.
As a teenager, turning up at 1.30 on a Saturday just to make sure I got my place in the top left next to the away fans.
"Give us a C - CEEE!
Give us an I - AYE!
Give us a T - TEE!!
Give us a quid - FUCK OFF!!""
Winning a corner and everyone shouting "BLUES, BLUES, BLUES, BLUES..."
Just before whichever player took a corner shouting "CIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIITY" gradually getting faster.
The man who always got after David White, screaming "get off the fucking pitch White, you're fucking shit. Not fit to wear the shirt" during the warm up! Then shouting "always said he's a good un" every time White scored.
The tunnels. The crash barriers. The stairs up at the back of the stand. Literally scrapping for a pint every half time. The rancid, rancid fucking bogs.
Hairs on the back of me neck stood up just thinking about all the very, very happy memories. Shame the team was fucking rubbish at the time!!
Doing the Mexican Wave on a Wednesday night vs Norwich, everyone cheering with their hands up just as Norwich scored - typical City.
The Charlton promotion match when it felt like there was 50,000 on the Kippax alone that day.
The 5-1 - just the best atmosphere I've ever been in.
As a teenager, turning up at 1.30 on a Saturday just to make sure I got my place in the top left next to the away fans.
"Give us a C - CEEE!
Give us an I - AYE!
Give us a T - TEE!!
Give us a quid - FUCK OFF!!""
Winning a corner and everyone shouting "BLUES, BLUES, BLUES, BLUES..."
Just before whichever player took a corner shouting "CIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIITY" gradually getting faster.
The man who always got after David White, screaming "get off the fucking pitch White, you're fucking shit. Not fit to wear the shirt" during the warm up! Then shouting "always said he's a good un" every time White scored.
The tunnels. The crash barriers. The stairs up at the back of the stand. Literally scrapping for a pint every half time. The rancid, rancid fucking bogs.
Hairs on the back of me neck stood up just thinking about all the very, very happy memories. Shame the team was fucking rubbish at the time!!