Where were you on Sunday 30th May 1999 (Gillingham play off game?)

Mate drove us up to Uxbridge and then we got the train in, the **** disappeared when we went 2-0 down.
Joyous end to the game but i fucking hated the rest of it, couldn't believe we were going to be 'typical' City yet again.
Came out, went to Uxbridge to see if he was waiting with the car but he'd fucked off back to Cardiff, found out later, he thought we'd lost & kept the radio off, didn't realise until he got home that we'd won.
I was stuck though, i didn't have enough money to get the train back from Paddington so ended up on the piss, ok, nicking drinks off tables, with a couple of City fans i'd bumped into.
They were staying at a hotel in central London, they offered me a hotel floor to kip on, i agreed after it going through my mind i might get bummed but i was that pissed i just thought fuck it ha.
They were sound lads & tried to give me the fare home but they'd helped enough, i refused their money and i went over to Paddington to see what i could do.
Managed to get onto a Cardiff train with the help of a platform ticket and hid in the bogs all the way home.
Never really made it up with my mate, it was a cunts trick what he did.
Can't remember the names of the City fans who helped me out but if anyone reading this recognises the story, thank you for everything, you saved a young lad from having to sleep rough in that there London
 
Never mind premier leagues and trebles. No fan of any successful club can ever feel like we felt that day. City came back from the dead, not just on the day, but as a club. It was our first bit of magic for a generation. I’m not even sure it ever got any better.

You had to have lived it to know.
 
Wembley, roughly in line with the 18 yard box, tunnel to my right so great view of our goals although I was on another planet after the equaliser, similar to the Aguero moment (and the Pires/Henry penalty, different level of emotion of course but very surreal and fucked my head up at the time!) I have to be honest, when it was getting so messy late on with the ball going out etc., I did turn to leave but a couple of big lads were blocking the way and gave me 'the look' so I thought it best to stay. Thanks guys, fucking glad I did !!!
 
Didsbury Dave said:
Never mind premier leagues and trebles. No fan of any successful club can ever feel like we felt that day. City came back from the dead, not just on the day, but as a club. It was our first bit of magic for a generation. I’m not even sure it ever got any better.

You had to have lived it to know.
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The gravitational wave produced by the explosion of joy basically got us promoted again the next season.
 
Wembley. First entrance you come to when you went up the ramp into the ground. Couldn't understand why it got so busy in our section in extra time with every seat filled, all the gangways blocked and people standing between the seats - only afterwards learned that all those who'd buggered off early blagged their way back into our section....
 
My 2 abiding memories my daughter screaming come on City when Kev scored and me thinking how i am going to console her at the end.When we were on the way back to the station seeing a car full of rags terrified with 100s of City fans singing you can stick your fucking treble up your arse.The car was rocking really thought they were going to get turned over.
Happy days.
 
Lived in Newmarket at the time, went down night before stayed round King's Cross met our kid and all my mates from Clayton/ Droylsden it was like being in Manchester, every boozer full of City, great night, walking back to our fleapit... sorry hotel, some brass with an alsation asked if we were looking for business, my mate walked around her a couple of times, weighing her up, squeezed her arse and asked her " How much for a go on the dog" funniest fucking thing he's ever said...!!!
 
Didsbury Dave said:
Never mind premier leagues and trebles. No fan of any successful club can ever feel like we felt that day. City came back from the dead, not just on the day, but as a club. It was our first bit of magic for a generation. I’m not even sure it ever got any better.

You had to have lived it to know.
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It did get better but to me the feeling was the same. No different to Aguero, Gundogan or even Istanbul
 
North Wales GC

I was on a pre booked golf holiday in Wales.

It was booked and paid for well in advance I demanded that I went out first in the group of 16 players and told the lads I was playing with to pull there finger out because we needed to get round fast.

I raced around as fast I could and got in after 5 minute of the start. I was sat there with two lads who weren’t from the golf society I was with. Kicking every ball F ing and jeffing with every mistake and eventually going crazy when we won.

I won the comp with 35 points and won the next day at Morfa Nefyn with 37 point and won the final day at Conway with 42 points. Won the 3 holiday with a total of 114 points, but nothing could compare to how happy I was that City beat Gillingham that day although I was there to watch it.

never gave the two lads I watched that with to much thought to be honest. But a good few years later I was on a golf holiday at Myrtle Beach with a group from Blackley GC. The first night we met in the bar this lad from the group came into the bar with a City shirt on and I started talking to him we got around to where we were on that day and it turned out he was one of the lads who I sat watching Gillingham game with at North Wales GC.

Small world.
 
AliBobbyJ said:
In the Gillingham seats at Wembley, for most of the game - till Bob Taylor scored
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Me too in the Gillingham seats behind the goal at Wembley until the very end of extra time. I didn't leave even when fat Bob scored the second for them and I was surrounded by Gills fans celebrating their anticipated victory. Quite a lot of City fans there and credit to the players for coming over to us at the end.
 
Australia v West Indies at LCCC in the One Day Cricket World Cup. I expected us to be promoted automatically when I agreed to go with my mate. Never trusted City to do what I expect since.
 
Working the Sunday as Security Manager at Daisy and Tom, having to accept freebie shitty gifts for David Beckham and his soon to be wife......one of the rather nice Managers kept me company to listen to the radio for the penalty shoot out!
 
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