Were you at the 6-1 Derby?

Similar experience. I was in the Stretford End with another blue and 2 rags. First couple of goals me and the blue next to me just nudged each other with a half smile, not wanting to out ourselves. By the time the 5th went in we were celebrating wildly as there was suddenly plenty of space around us. At the final whistle we openly stood, cheered and clapped as our hero's left the pitch.
 
I was in Corporate rag end, with 2 reds. Unbelievable day. First goal goes in small fist pump, second goes in slightly more animated. Third goes in I'm up and shouting yessssss.. Rag woman next to me tried to elbow me on the sly. Rags score their consolation and loads of them around me giving it the big comeback shouts. Hail number 4 5 & 6 and slowly I'm ever more on my feet and with a rapidly disappearing crowd around me.

Just remembered trip back to town on the bus, surrounded by their United Nations fanbase, got to Piccadilly train station after goading my best mate rag over the phone and was accosted by an Israeli rag shouting at me about how our team was just made up of foreign mercenaries, I just grinned.
 
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It was my birthday the day before the game ,my pal a red got 2 tickets for the match in the stand behind the dug out and I got 1 as a presi ,best birthday gift I ever had cheers my red pal , after 4th goal he wanted to go back to the bar but I wouldn't have any of it.
 
Scaring Europe to Death said:
I’ve mentioned this previously on another thread, but my dad died a couple of weeks before the game. I was absolutely distraught, but he was a big City fan, and even my rag mates said that he would have wanted me to go.

Anyway, when Dzeko made it 6-1, and knowing that United don’t do gallows humour, I ventured for the exits, hoping to blend-in amongst the baying masses.

I jumped onto a bus near the cricket ground, and was immediately confronted with absolute silence.

Nobody said a word until a broad Belfast accent muttered:

“Jesus, I’ve been coming here since 1979, and I’ve never seen us let in 5 before”

I was tempted to suggest that he still hadn’t, but the bloke in front turned, and enquired rather aggressively:

“What? Did they get a 5th?”

I looked to the heavens and smiled

At times like that, you believe in God.
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I've read this before, this is one of the best stories I've ever heard on bluemoon.
 
In a box level with the halve way line. 4 blues 4 rags. Every time we scored we'd go inside the box shut the door and jump around like idiots. Absolutely smashed by the end drinking all the free beer and wine. Us blues all had some carry out to, all clinking as we went down in the lift lol.
 
My mate is a supervisor on the sponsors car park at Owed Trafford and always sorts me out a 1st class reserved parking space and always waits by my car at the end of the game, usually to take the piss. After the 1-6 I got back to the car with my son and expected hm to be there- no sign of him but a note under the wiper simply said - "no texts, no phone calls, no piss taking and you can have your usual spot next year. Oh, and by the way, you lot deserved tonight, you were too good for us"
Did I text a piss take?
Course I did !!
 
Was in the away end on the far right as you look at the city fans from the pitch. Had a seat on the end of the row and was separated from the United fans by just the stewards and a low wall. I have to say that it was right up there with the QPR game as one of the most enjoyable football days of my life. The fact that we were in control so early - after just 20 minutes or so was fantastic but it was well into the second half before the second goal and that's when it started to become really enjoyable. Up until that point there was always the risk of united getting back into it, as undeserved as it would have been. We were too far away to see what Balotelli had written on his undershirt but somebody in the crowd had got word from a friend at home watching it on TV that it said 'Why always me'.
Whatever your thoughts on Balotelli, I loved his arrogance !
Kept a very low profile on the way into the ground as the atmosphere was decidedly hostile. I have to admit i didn't show my colours until I got inside.
The away end at United is revolting. Tiny bar area is really cramped under the stand. It feels dangerous at the best of times but there was a really tetchy atmosphere that day. That said, the small space made for an incredible noise as our boys sang their was through the usual list of songs.
Being so close to the scuzzers on the other side of the stewards was the highlight. they were giving it large before the game and right up until the first goal. I was on my own so didn't know any of the blues around me but we were having a great time giving the rags an absolute load of grief. After the second goal not one single one of them would look us in the eye, just kept their faces towards the pitch. It made no difference though as we were relentless with the abuse - the 'you sign Phil Jones, we sign Kun Aguero' song belted out over and over again.
It seems bizarre to say it but the really turning point that day was when United pulled one back with about 10 minutes to go. The atmosphere changed amongst what was left of their fans and you could hear the desperation in the way they urged them to attack every time they picked up the ball.
10 men against City when you leave yourselves open at the back was the reason why we battered them so badly. They were so desperate to get back into it and we just picked them off.
What a party, leaping around, hugging people I'd never met before. It was awesome. The steward nearest me was laughing and it turned out she was a Sunderland fan !
Never before have I seen a stadium so empty at the final whistle. At least we've got the 'it should have been 10' song as a result !
The players came over to us at the end - not just clapping from a distance but right up to our area and got an amazing ovation.
Getting out was less hairy than i thought it would be. i zipped up my fleece and just kept my head down and thankfully didn't see any trouble. I think most of them were already at home with a cup of tea !
i live in London and to top the day off, when i sat down in my seat on the train home, there were four united fans sat opposite. The best they could come up with was the usual 'no history, talk to us when you've won 19 titles' bollocks. The funniest thing was that they were all wearing those stupid '19' scarves that when you put them upside-down said 6-1 ! I spent two hours on the phone to City mates talking in a really loud voice about how shit united are and how we could have had more, wished we could play them every week, they were our 6 points a season side now etc.
A brilliant day that will take some beating.
 
I was there, walked back into town afterwards getting dogs abuse from rags and just smiling. Stopped off in a bar to watch JoHn terry racially abusing anton Ferdinand. Then went to the print works to laugh at all the Irish day trippers in waxy's then into nandos drinking Sagres and banging knives and forks on the tables singing the balotelli song whilst oriental rags looked on curiously.
 
Scaring Europe to Death said:
I’ve mentioned this previously on another thread, but my dad died a couple of weeks before the game. I was absolutely distraught, but he was a big City fan, and even my rag mates said that he would have wanted me to go.

Anyway, when Dzeko made it 6-1, and knowing that United don’t do gallows humour, I ventured for the exits, hoping to blend-in amongst the baying masses.

I jumped onto a bus near the cricket ground, and was immediately confronted with absolute silence.

Nobody said a word until a broad Belfast accent muttered:

“Jesus, I’ve been coming here since 1979, and I’ve never seen us let in 5 before”

I was tempted to suggest that he still hadn’t, but the bloke in front turned, and enquired rather aggressively:

“What? Did they get a 5th?”

I looked to the heavens and smiled

At times like that, you believe in God.
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Brilliant story.

Went there on two of my dad's season tickets, sat quite near the City fans. I remember telling my lad walking up to the ground, who prior to this game had shown scant interest in football, that if City scored we needed to keep our wits together. Keep our heads down. Anyway the goals start going in and I'm keeping my nerve, even standing up when Fletcher scored for them. Then we score again and the game is over. Still remain impassive. Then Silva is put through and scores and I completely lost it. I went fucking mental. All these rags who've been sat round me all game don't know what to think. I've not given a flicker away for 90 minutes and yet I'm now running around like I'm in the away section. My lad is looking at me like I'm a fucking lunatic.

We didn't catch the sixth. In a futile attempt to blend in again (as well as for reasons of self-preservation) we left before the end. Thought the cheer for the sixth was for the final whistle.

After the game in the car on the way home, as usual, my dad was blaming the defeat on the referee, or some conspiracy that he hasn't quite got to the bottom of. I can't remember which. It was quite possibly both. I do love him so, but his salty tears have never tasted so sweet.
 
melons said:
A brilliant day that will take some beating.
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Have to say, I completely agree with this.

To go there, onto their manor, and beat them that comprehensively made as big a statement as the semi-final win. It symbolised our new utter self-confidence on the pitch. A team that was becoming aware of its capabilities.

Such an amazing day, for any City fan. A day I never thought I'd see.
 
The night before the game, there was a family meal for my missus' sister. Her daughter was coming and bringing her new fella, who I had never met before and he was a rag. They were staying over at ours and wanted to watch the match next day. That was my worst nightmare; watching the match in my own home not only with a rag, but also one I didn't know.

The only way I could think to get myself out of it was to try and get a ticket and go to the game.

A guy at work said ge knew someone who could get me a ticket, but I didn't realise at first his mate was a tout. By the time I found out how much the ticket was, I'd gone too far down the line to back out.

Best £200 I've ever spent!

The rag boyfriend left ours at 3-0, and is no longer on the scene.

I've got City furry dice in my car and some bitter twat egged it ( I live in Stretford).
 
I have my ticket to a mate, my dad changed the day if his 50th birthday party to the Sunday so I couldn't go. The lad I gave it to got caught smoking at half time and was thrown out! Wanker
 
My abiding memory ( bar going mental for every goal ), is walking down to the tram after they finally let us out, getting to the crossroads at LCCC (where the Piccadilly bound coaches were leaving from), & overhearing a rag saying 'fuck me, 4-1 at home. My girlfriend started laughing, at which he said 'not 5?', myself & 2of the lads we were with started laughing as well. To which a Blue behind us says 'no, it was fucking 6 you red cnut' ... Utter disbelief from the rag. We strolled onto the virtually empty tram, to discover 2 cockney reds moaning like fuck, to which we took the piss out of properly 'til we got off the tram at Timperley. What a day out ...
 
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