I was born in Moss Side in 1968 and my dad and grandad took me to Maine Road in the 1970s. I was intoxicated by the smell of salt and vinegar and the hordes of like-minded souls, funnelling down the entries to the ground. I have never lost that feeling and I have never replicated it in anything else.
My Uncle Alan used to live on one of those Moss Side terraces near the ground, while we lived on the eighth floor of Pickford Court, close to the District Centre, and we used to pop in after the game. He was a hard, hard man and used to stand outside his house as the crowd went past, just making sure there was nothing untoward happening to his property, ready to greet our arrival!
My Uncle Alan used to live on one of those Moss Side terraces near the ground, while we lived on the eighth floor of Pickford Court, close to the District Centre, and we used to pop in after the game. He was a hard, hard man and used to stand outside his house as the crowd went past, just making sure there was nothing untoward happening to his property, ready to greet our arrival!
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