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

[Dodge]

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.

 

[GaudinoMotors]

Wembley

 

[SuttonColdfieldBlue]

My uncle’s house in Solihull. I was 14. He was at Wembley, but the rest of our family were at his house with my auntie as he was the only one with Sky at the time.

When Taylor’s goal went in for Gillingham I stormed off upstairs to the office room, switched on his PC and fired up Champ Manager with the intention of arranging a match and walloping Gillingham.

Before I had chance, muted noise from downstairs told me we’d got a goal back, but come on - my Blue upbringing was the Reid / Horton / Ball / Coppell / Neal / Clark eras. My second ever game was the 2-3 to United in 93/94 after we’d been 2-0 up. Surrounded by away fans in the home sections. This was utterly typical City - we didn’t do United-esque Lazarus-style comebacks.

Shortly after, chaotic screaming from the living room announced the equaliser. Sprinted back downstairs to see the replays and didn’t move for the rest of the game.

On returning much later that evening, my uncle said the bedlam after Dickov’s goal was like nothing he had ever seen, to the extent a bloke a few rows in front broke his leg in the celebrations.

Still watch it back, have a Sky Sports Retro screening saved to my Sky Q box. A watershed moment in the life of any blue that remembers it, and one that my boys will be educated about once they are old enough to understand.

 

[HypnoticBlue]

The Hypnotic in your name would name would not have any relevance to Maximes, would it?

It was B2TOS. We went religiously on the last Saturday of every month for years.

Yes it does my man, happy days.

 

[Pezzer2]

National Express the day before and stayed over near Victoria Coach station in a dodgy B&B. Cracking night in Covent Garden and Leicester Square. After the game went and celebrated in Trafalgor Square, got lost from my mates and just managed to get back to Victoria Coach station to get the last coach home

 

[napoleon dynamite]

Wembley.
Drove down Saturday morning, in the Chelsea Potter by midday and didn't go to bed in any meaningful way until Monday night. The weekend was, as my Cockney friends would say, a proper muncher.
As a side note: I was nearly run over on Kings Road by the late, great and very beautiful Susannah York (driving a white VW Polo).

Susanha York? Oof not half.
Getting flattened by her would have made my weekend complete

 

[urban genie]

wembley

 

[bluetonium]

At Wembley, behind the goal we scored in. If Horlock's goal wasn't stopped by the net, it would have come straight to me. Went down with my dad and his mate on the coach from Cheadle, his mate left after about 70 minutes and then couldn't get back for extra time. I still remember ringing up to get the tickets and the relief of finally getting through and asking "are there any left?" and the reply "yep!"

Coach dropped us at the George in Cheadle for last orders and the whole place was a sea of happy blues. Got home the next day sometime.

 

[blueju]

Underneath one of the benches in the front row of Wembley when Dickov scored with hundreds of City fans jumping up and down on the benches, like a movie scene my heroes hand came down through all the bodies and dragged me back up so I could escape certain death and join in the mayhem with everyone else…happy days

 

[wilky]

Underneath one of the benches in the front row of Wembley when Dickov scored with hundreds of City fans jumping up and down on the benches, like a movie scene my heroes hand came down through all the bodies and dragged me back up so I could escape certain death and join in the mayhem with everyone else…happy days

I was there with my 9 year old twin boys. When Kevin scored i said " well at least you saw them score at Wembly" Then it happened, from tears of heartbreak to tears of joy. We talk about it alot. One of their best ever days.