What a great picture

Magical..I get it, its wonderful to the see the blues successful again but I'd swap it for watching city at maine Road again in the 90s..win lose or draw the match day was magical

Don't think you can get more rose tinted than this. Could understand if you said the 70's or something but not the 90's.

I grew up watching City from the early 90's and it was seriously grim for most of that time. Anger, sadness and disappointment and easily the 'darkest' atmospheres I've ever experienced. This retrospective fit of the match day being 'magical' during that time....yeah, not for me, Clive.

I'm sure in another 10 years there will be people posting on here saying how magical it was in Pearce's final season!
 
Don't think you can get more rose tinted than this. Could understand if you said the 70's or something but not the 90's.

I grew up watching City from the early 90's and it was seriously grim for most of that time. Anger, sadness and disappointment and easily the 'darkest' atmospheres I've ever experienced. This retrospective fit of the match day being 'magical' during that time....yeah, not for me, Clive.

I'm sure in another 10 years there will be people posting on here saying how magical it was in Pearce's final season!
Agreed it was hard going watching the match..but the other 12 hours on the piss with the lads was magical;))
 
Don't think you can get more rose tinted than this. Could understand if you said the 70's or something but not the 90's.

I grew up watching City from the early 90's and it was seriously grim for most of that time. Anger, sadness and disappointment and easily the 'darkest' atmospheres I've ever experienced. This retrospective fit of the match day being 'magical' during that time....yeah, not for me, Clive.

I'm sure in another 10 years there will be people posting on here saying how magical it was in Pearce's final season!
Respect for your honesty. Being a City fan in the 90s was hard for a lot of us. It was lonely and inaccessible unless you could go to the match all the time, all the glamour and glory was on the other side of Manchester so people thought you were an oddball, the club was badly run and a LOT of the performances were abysmal. TBH it was enough to put you off football. And we put up with all that to get called glory hunters today. They'll never know. That said, you can't beat a matchday.
 
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£10 a week and a bus to the ground.
 
Magical..I get it, its wonderful to the see the blues successful again but I'd swap it for watching city at maine Road again in the 90s..win lose or draw the match day was magical
70s for me standing on the Kippax with my mates,away games pay on the gate fun and games happy days.
 
Two of our finest !! Both have football legacies behind them ,my old fella me dad ‘ was proud in all things blue and always said don’t believe in everyone went to watch city and the rags at home in turn , it didn’t happen he never ever went to watch the dark side at the swamp.
Many would hitch a ride to the away game where we was as at. Great times for my old fella back in the day and even better now for us.

Up the blues.
 
I think I’m right in saying that those two gentlemen were our goalkeepers for the best part of 30 years, and only missed a handful of games between them.

I know that WW II took away a large chunk of Frank's career, but it’s still an impressive record.
 
Don't think you can get more rose tinted than this. Could understand if you said the 70's or something but not the 90's.

I grew up watching City from the early 90's and it was seriously grim for most of that time. Anger, sadness and disappointment and easily the 'darkest' atmospheres I've ever experienced. This retrospective fit of the match day being 'magical' during that time....yeah, not for me, Clive.

I'm sure in another 10 years there will be people posting on here saying how magical it was in Pearce's final season!
Only home game i missed in Pearces final season was Everton, think it was NYD and we scored 20,% of our home goals for the season.
 
I was.

When I look back, I can't believe how different everything was. And I mean everything. Totally.

Perhapd it is because I was a small boy and the whole thing was an obsession with me. I couldn't wait for Saturday afternoons and when they arrived I was transported into a wonderworld. I can't recreate that magical feeling now, despite the marvellous stuff that City play.

To adapt Worfsworth.....
"There was a time when going to watchthe Blues
To me did seem
Appareled in celestial lght....
The glory and the freshness of a dream."

Ah well. That's the way of the world. Gone but fondly remembered.

Eheu fugaces labuntur anni, said Horace the Roman poet.

I must stop now. I'm getting maudlin.
How old are you if you don't mind me asking ?
 
I think I’m right in saying that those two gentlemen were our goalkeepers for the best part of 30 years, and only missed a handful of games between them.

I know that WW II took away a large chunk of Frank's career, but it’s still an impressive record.
Total of 920 matches between them, superb.
 
My dad often tells this story.

He lived in Moss Side as a kid, and even though he was (and is) a united fan he used to hang around Maine Road regularly and play there with his mates. And one day (would have been just after the war) Frank Swift and some other players were leaving the ground, presumably after training, and my dad was there (with some of his mates) and the players signed a few autographs (including Frank) but my dad missed out and then Frank and moved off somewhat briskly, so my dad went after him (stalker alert!) and followed him to a terraced house near the ground, towards Claremont Road, where he saw Frank go inside.

And my dad being my dad knocked on the door. And this woman answered and my dad asked if Frank was in! And this woman (maybe his mum) shouted ‘Frank, there’s someone here to see you’. And Frank actually came to the door and signed his autograph for my dad before he thanked Frank and was on his way!

As others have said, another world.
 
Here's an old picture of training in Wythenshawe Park, can you imagine todays players training there then running back to Maine Road on occasions, no I cant either. Anyway can you name them as they run behind Big Malc.
 

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Here's an old picture of training in Wythenshawe Park, can you imagine todays players training there then running back to Maine Road on occasions, no I cant either. Anyway can you name them as they run behind Big Malc.
Mike Doyle & Harry Dowd Just behind Big Mal, Colin Bell a bit further back.
 
My dad often tells this story.

He lived in Moss Side as a kid, and even though he was (and is) a united fan he used to hang around Maine Road regularly and play there with his mates. And one day (would have been just after the war) Frank Swift and some other players were leaving the ground, presumably after training, and my dad was there (with some of his mates) and the players signed a few autographs (including Frank) but my dad missed out and then Frank and moved off somewhat briskly, so my dad went after him (stalker alert!) and followed him to a terraced house near the ground, towards Claremont Road, where he saw Frank go inside.

And my dad being my dad knocked on the door. And this woman answered and my dad asked if Frank was in! And this woman (maybe his mum) shouted ‘Frank, there’s someone here to see you’. And Frank actually came to the door and signed his autograph for my dad before he thanked Frank and was on his way!

As others have said, another world.
I think you've been watching Jimmy Grimble too often !!
 
Did you watch the 1955 Cup Final when Jimmy Meadows got injured, and no substitutes in those days.
Yes, but only on TV.

Jack Milburn scored with a rare header in the first minute. Then the Meadows injury you refer to. A gtim day.
 
I always remember a story that Frank watched the 1933 FA Cup Final as a spectator at Wembley.
And 12 months later he was actually in the City team as goalkeeper for the 1934 FA Cup Final.
I've tried to find confirmation online about this story, but can't find anything.
Does anyone know where I can find anything to confirm it as being a true story??
 

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