Why you supported our wonderful club

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!
 
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born blue

i was born with a my umbilical cord around my neck choking me and turning blue
 
My family moved to Manchester in the early ‘50s when I was five years old. A neighbour’s boy asked me if I supported City or United. I didn’t know what the word United meant and replied City. The rest is history.
 
Never had any interest in football - I was born in the late ‘70s and have always lived down south, so was a Liverpool fan - but picked up the Daily Mail on 4 August 2008 and read that Sheik Mansour has bought something called Man City. Signing Robinho a month later sealed the deal. Been die hard since then.

And I’ve got the half and half scarves off eBay to prove it.
 
Indaparkside said:
Someone asked me this last night??
What made you become a blue.
Me personally had no choice all my family are blue so just carried on the tradition and started going early 70’s. be interested to see/ hear how you became a follower of our magnificent club.
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I was the only blue in my entire family I mean aunts uncles brother sisters grandparents mum n dad
I’m from a family of black sheep.
I wouldn’t change it for the world.
 
I support us so I can pay for a season ticket and not turn up, I keep us in the news on my own. It winds up rags and scousers alike and drives the media agenda into a frenzy.

As an aside I saw a post on a BBC HYS where some numpty blamed Raheem because none of the kids (he gave tickets to ) interviewed at half time were white!!!!!
 
Lived in Gorton and Leve as a child. Everyone was blue. Family, mates, teachers the lot. Biggest formative influence was my Grandad and Uncle who I lived with. Both blues. Don't think I met a utd fan until secondary school.
 
I like the reason that Paul Morley, the writer on all things rock and author of “The North”, gave for being a blue. Being a young kid, when he discovered that United had a stadium called Old Trafford, he thought, “Old? Don't want that”. Seems fair enough to me.
 
Spent my early years in Moss Side living in Great Western Street and going to St Edward’s Primary School. I remember kicking a football over the back of the Kippax so that we could scramble under an exit turnstile to go in and look at the ground. Despite this, I fear that I was probably likely to take a terrible turn, as my dad was a Red. I was saved from this fate when we moved house - to Chorlton - and the two older boys next door we’re both City fans. It was 1968 and I became a Blue. Fair play to my dad who would take me to City matches on my birthday and I even went with him to the memorable 1974 Old Trafford Derby. It was mayhem!
 
As I live in Exeter, it's certainly not the normal route to supporting city. However, my Dad was and still is a massive blue. I was only 4 when he took me to my first game at Maine Road, an enthralling 0-0 with Georgi Kinkladze's Derby County. He followed this up the following season with another spectacle - a 0-0 vs WBA. Fuck knows what convinced me from there, but I certainly haven't looked back since
 
Went through a rough time when I was a kid growing up in Torquay, mum died when I was 9 and dad when I was 10. Dad made me a big board to put my subbuteo pitch on and to cheer me up my gran took me to buy a new team and I picked light blue, this was 1964 and I was bloody lucky I chose City and not Coventry
 
higgi1p said:
Went through a rough time when I was a kid growing up in Torquay, mum died when I was 9 and dad when I was 10. Dad made me a big board to put my subbuteo pitch on and to cheer me up my gran took me to buy a new team and I picked light blue, this was 1964 and I was bloody lucky I chose City and not Coventry
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That is rough. And very touching.
For sheer human interest, this is one of the top threads on the entire forum. Hats off to @Indaparkside for setting it rolling.
 
My Dad God rest him ( the best Dad EVER) supported United. Saw the busby babes etc. So obviously I was driven to support local rivals. Ho and I love sky blue......My wife loves city I have brain washed her......56 years old and she thinks of them as her boys. Has a signed pic of stones and everything!
 
Brought up in a family of blues despite my first home being on Warwick Road South , Stretford or Firswood! At a time when folk went to both City and Utd. Not my family. I had an aunty who lived on Parkside Road near Maine Road and used to be parked there when I was too young to go to matches. Used to go into Alexandra Park while the match was on and could hear the crowd noise.

Got to watch some reserve games in the early days and explored the ground at half time before graduating to the real thing. Can't think of the year. Great times in the late 60's when we were such a good side but unfortunately the swamp team did what they did and it wasn't easy living too close to the swamp as I did.
 
higgi1p said:
Went through a rough time when I was a kid growing up in Torquay, mum died when I was 9 and dad when I was 10. Dad made me a big board to put my subbuteo pitch on and to cheer me up my gran took me to buy a new team and I picked light blue, this was 1964 and I was bloody lucky I chose City and not Coventry
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Quite simply life is horrible at times.
I am sure they all look down and appreciate your choice of City....ps loved subbuteo loads better than the Fifa generation have to offer. I had the cricket also......
 
In my mid-thirties, support City as my Dad did, my Grandad did and in all honesty if I wasn't a blue as a kid he'd have probably left me somewhere
 
All my family were Blues - Granddad - uncles - Dad took me in 1968 I was obviously hooked - In my teens I did accompany mates to see Rochdale or Oldham occasionally but it held little interest for me - in fact its an odd feeling being at a match as an "independent observer". The local cavemen don't like it when you see a well worked goal from the opposition and you clap and voice your appreciation of the move lol.
 
As a kid, my mum and dad were United season ticket holders. One of my earliest memories is going with my grandparents to pick them up from Ringway in 1968 after they played Madrid on the EC semi final.

My brother and I used to use their season tickets to go to the reserve games where, in those days, you could see stars coming back from injury.

But in March 1968, my mum couldn't go so my dad took me to the derby at OT. I knew I was City as soon as I saw the blue kit and, of course, annoyed all the rags by cheering on City, particularly following a filthy tackle from Francis Burns which resulted in Colin Bell being carried off.

Thereafter, we still went to see United when we could until the EC semi final v Milan in 1969. The rags were losing and the ball went out for a throw in. I was sitting on the wall of the paddock and picked the ball up only to be approached aggressively by a United player who shouted at me "give me the fucking ball". So I dropped it and have only been back since to support City (and Altrincham once, I think). If I'd known the word as a 9 year old, I'd have called Paddy Crerand a ****.
 
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