Why you supported our wonderful club

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Now he was funny!



The responses always get me n’all, people think he’s a genuine person but he was probably just some middle aged Blue from West Gorton on the piss take!
 
I'm the product of a Rangers supporting Scot who left his country for a career with the Coop & to marry an Essex girl. His career took him to Slough of all places & at some point I was born into this footballing no-mans land. By chance one of his Coop colleagues was a butcher from Manchester & a huge City fan. It was the late 60s & I remember them talking to me about football & the City team.
In 1969 his job moved us up to Bolton & when I was old enough he took me to my first match, a "friendly" at Old Trafford to see his beloved Rangers play Man Utd. I don't remember any football, it was a mass brawl between both sets of fans & we left early.
The next game he took me to was at City. I can't remember who it was against but it was in the main stand & I can remember most of the team, Tommy Booth, Mike Doyle etc. From that point on we went to a fair view games together until I was old enough to get a season ticket in the Kippax. I used to travel with 3 or 4 friends from north Bolton. 3 buses to get to the ground usually after playing football in the morning. It got easier after we all passed our driving tests & could drive.
Some great memories of those times but eventually moved away to Uni & gave up my season ticket but attended whenever I could.
I now go with my teenage kids who quite frankly are spoiled by the quality of the stadium & facilities compared to the old stadium.
I have the Mancunian Co-op butcher & my Dad to thank for me following City. Wouldn't have it any other way.
 
My love of all things blue started when my mum and two brothers returned from living in Jamaica throughout the sixties, leaving my Dad behind.

My new best friend at school one day asked who I supported and I had no idea what the hell is was going on about. After explaining that everyone must support a football team I asked him who he supported; he replied Man City. As it was good enough for him then it will do for me.

One time when we all returned to Jamaica for our holidays I told this story to my Dad after he wondered why I was keen to see the scores for the new season. He had never talked about football before but I was amazed to lean that when he went to collage in Jamaica in the 40/50s his college house was called Manchester City, (The other houses were named after other England teams) and he had always had a soft spot for them. So I have stayed with them now for 50 years this summer.
 
I was at school in 1966 and almost all the kids were plastic scum.All you ever got were Bobby Charlton and England are great. A small group of us, you know the type, always the rebels decided to go to Maine rd and stuff the rest. I went to many a game with Alan Taylor and have fond memories of the scrapes we got into and the great times we had.God bless him and may he rest in peace as he passed away not long ago.
I still go and my son and granddaughter too.
It’s in the blood!
 
My love of all things blue started when my mum and two brothers returned from living in Jamaica throughout the sixties, leaving my Dad behind.

My new best friend at school one day asked who I supported and I had no idea what the hell is was going on about. After explaining that everyone must support a football team I asked him who he supported; he replied Man City. As it was good enough for him then it will do for me.

One time when we all returned to Jamaica for our holidays I told this story to my Dad after he wondered why I was keen to see the scores for the new season. He had never talked about football before but I was amazed to lean that when he went to collage in Jamaica in the 40/50s his college house was called Manchester City, (The other houses were named after other England teams) and he had always had a soft spot for them. So I have stayed with them now for 50 years this summer.

I love this, what a funny old world. the stars align sometimes.
 
My love of all things blue started when my mum and two brothers returned from living in Jamaica throughout the sixties, leaving my Dad behind.

My new best friend at school one day asked who I supported and I had no idea what the hell is was going on about. After explaining that everyone must support a football team I asked him who he supported; he replied Man City. As it was good enough for him then it will do for me.

One time when we all returned to Jamaica for our holidays I told this story to my Dad after he wondered why I was keen to see the scores for the new season. He had never talked about football before but I was amazed to lean that when he went to collage in Jamaica in the 40/50s his college house was called Manchester City, (The other houses were named after other England teams) and he had always had a soft spot for them. So I have stayed with them now for 50 years this summer.

You were born to be blue:)
 
Trevor Francis in a nutshell. He was the only player i knew when i was 6 or 7 and he signed for city, so they were my team. I managed to persuade my Dad to take me to a game a year or two later and he took me to the last game of the season in 1983 v Luton. It left me in tears all the way home, but safe to say i never looked back. Everyone where i was from was a united or liverpool fan, so i loved the fact that i supported city and was different, pretty much revelled in the fact that we always made things interesting, even if it did normally end up in disapointment.
 
Born into it. Started school in 1990 and lived it hard through the rag glory years. Never in a million years would have believed what has happened over the last decade if you'd have told me in 99 but that's life I suppose.
 
Moved from Gorton in the early 60,s to wythenshawe, my now departed Dad took me in 1964-5 season we used to catch the match day bus specials, thank you Dad.
 
I was ABU for years, I couldn't stand the ****s and it was anyone who is challenging them. No love for anyone, just pure hatred about them.

Then City became challenger and I thought that's the one who will hurt them most and with time fell in love with the club. The fact that every **** and their aunts were hating City for daring to challenge, fired my decision though, being contrarian is part of myself. Still hate them, still like to stand against City haters, but it's City first and their demise second now. My daughter is huge blue now and my son is future City goalkeeper :D
 
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Came to UK to study in Mcr in 1989 and went to city because it was cheaper than the other lot. Always been my second team (1st in England) and managed to time visiting friends to coincide with a home game at least a couple of times a year ever since. Miss the post match kebab/curry at rusholme now even though the football is of course 'different'.
 
I was about 9 or 10 and my School had tickets for the Rags and City, they drew names out of a hat to see who went where, luckily I was drawn to go to Maine Road for a City match against Chelsea. All I can remember is we lost 2-1 Neil McNab scored a penalty for us. I do remember the fans around us being really passionate and behind the team even though we were losing but i could see what it meant and thought this is for me.

I got my Mam to get me a City top and the rest is istree.

So glad I was drawn to go to City.

Before then I remember having a West Ham top for playing Football.
 
Uh, have something to add to my previous post. Though it was in no way something I would called fandom, my first sympathies and interest in City came just before JCL and glory-hunting train.

It was 2007, I think.. I was blackhat Internet marketer at the time and I found a loophole in Facebook to take over groups with no admins. Someone create a group and then quits Facebook or gets banned but group would stay there, just without admins. So i discovered a way to inject some code and make myself an admin. It was a huge thing. And while I was scraping Google for groups like that I found a group "City double over United", the header image was Banjani celebrating goal in front of Rags fans at Old Trafford. As I pathologically hated United it immediately won my attention. It was the first place where I've read that City probably have more fans in the City of Manchester than Rags and I took over the group and my first sympathies were born while reading posts over there.
 
Dad was from Bolton, mum was from Drolysden. I grew up in Chetham Hill and played junior football for Boundary Park, Rochdale and Bury.
My best mates dad was a City scout so always supported the blues.
After several years of dreaming I realised that I was not good enough to be a footballer. Took 30 years of abuse from rags but my word how the worm has turned.
However you became a blue let’s just appreciate the here and now because this won’t last forever
 

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