Tribute to the Kippax

[Mad Eyed Screamer]

Pretty sure we were in the PL. it was around 94ish when we had Walsh and Uwe up front. Remember watching the 5-2 v spurs from my relocated seat in the north stand

Didn’t they open the lower tier first and then build the rest around it

Yes was deffo in the PL when the Kippa was knocked down / re-built.
Originally the away fans were placed on the lower tier (in all elements!) starting from the Platt Lane end to the half way line. Then around spring time City fans had all of the lower tier.

 

[sir baconface]

Nice article, OP, and well crafted.

Memories from the 60s and 70s include:

- Derby matches. They were something else. Bottles thrown up at the girders for the crystalline shards to shower down onto visiting raggies. And a procession of walking wounded being escorted round the pitch with cut heads.
- Bovril. A beverage to delight every gourmet’s palate.
- Standing on the fencing at the very back of the stand, back-heeeling the cladding to make more noise.
- One particular night when we sang “Oh Rodney Rodney!” until we lost our voices.
- The luxurious bottles of Molton Brown liquid hand wash and lotion to be enjoyed in the immaculately presented amenities.
- Still blagging my way into the schoolboys entrance, age 21.

Actually, one of those is a lie.

 

[Didsbury Dave]

Lovely article.

 

[Stevieatlasblue]

Would love a safe standing mini Kippax at the Etihad

 

[jimharri]

I remember the '75 LC game against the vermin (where Ciolin got his injury). There seemed to be fuck all segregation there that night. It was kicking off all over the stand that night. Hairy stuff for a 12 year old who couldn't punch his way out of a paper bag. A wet paper bag.

 

[Andy Dale]

Great read.
Brought back some good memories.
I miss the atmosphere and the dog shit.
However I'm not sure Mr Mansour would have shelled out on us if we were still there.
We needed to move and I don't think I'd change what we have now.
Tear in eye.

 

[levets]

The Kippax always reminds me of Deb

Only City could have a girl who was as hard as nails and never ran telling lads not to run either

I remember Deb rip. A mainstay in City’s mob in the 70s

 

[Andy Dale]

The Kippax always reminds me of Deb

Only City could have a girl who was as hard as nails and never ran telling lads not to run either

Yes but now we have Tits Out Jackie.

 

[BlueMoonRisin’]

Yes but now we have Tits Out Jackie.

Last time I saw TOJ was in a Wembley pub 2011. They flopped out like a pair popped spacehoppers.

 

[Gareth Barry Conlon]

Nice article, OP, and well crafted.

Memories from the 60s and 70s include:

- Derby matches. They were something else. Bottles thrown up at the girders for the crystalline shards to shower down onto visiting raggies. And a procession of walking wounded being escorted round the pitch with cut heads.
- Bovril. A beverage to delight every gourmet’s palate.
- Standing on the fencing at the very back of the stand, back-heeeling the cladding to make more noise.
- One particular night when we sang “Oh Rodney Rodney!” until we lost our voices.
- The luxurious bottles of Milton Brown liquid hand wash and lotion to be enjoyed in the immaculately presented amenities.
- Still blagging my way into the schoolboys entrance, age 21.

Actually, one of those is a lie.

Fun Fact: I met someone who worked on the demolition of the site. The bogs were not connected to any sewers - the biggest soak away / shit well the lads had ever seen was how it was described. Never forget that smell.