Your personal lowest point as a City fan

blimp reeny said:
Stoke away - Relegation. Worst feeling ever.
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Me too. Its strange how my worst and best feeling happened against the same team. The best feeling was the FA cup final.
 
sat behind the goal at wembley in 99, just before we got the 1st, worried about going into work and having to pay a smarmy red £20 for a bet they wouldn't win the treble and we'd go up.
thinking to myself can we survive another season down in the 2nd.
never felt that low over football before, and thats why i don't feel its the end of the world the situation we're in now, far from it in fact.
 
Personal low point for me was just before Halloween in 1995, Liverpool had just beaten us 4-0 on the Wednesday in the league cup, and then on the Saturday they battered us 6-0, my best mate took the piss out of me for a few days until Halloween night when after a few too many drinks I thumped him, we ended up scrapping and had to be pulled apart.

We didn't speak for about 5 years after it, probably one of my biggest regrets because it caused a lot of tension between mutual friends.
Thankfully we're quite close again now. But we've never spoken about it since.
 
Mark - TheBlue said:
Im only young but was at the 8-1 Boro game the players had give up Takshins money was frozen Sven was on the way out and we looked to be on a dark road portsmouth style. Oh and on the way home them ***** had just won the league at Wigan.
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thanks for the reminder...i was struggling to cope with an 8-1 defeat(who the fuck loses 8-1?????????) my mind was numb from the weak,abject performance of our players..had stayed in halifax the night before at a party which was wank, got picked up on the m62 morning of the match by the rusholme branch,loads of crap with the teeside police throughout the day,branch leader Mitch gets arrested after the match, we leave without him, dropped off back at halifax, pick me car up, enter service station, just in time for a big fuck off bus full of reds,all on their mobiles celebrating the title , all talking loudly into their phones " yeah its brilliant, we,re champions blah blah blah", all walking cocky as fuck round the car park as if they owned the joint...and me, on me own, teams lost 8-1,about to sack another manager,facing a crap drive home to nottingham......worst day of my life.
 
Sunday 11 March 2007.

On that day, City lost 2-0 at Ewood Park in the FA Cup Quarter Final. I was sat in a pub in Preston with my friends who supported Bradford and Wolves. At the final whistle of this game (not knowing that a takeover and then a second takeover would be in the pipeline), I came to the conclusion that this was the best it was going to get.

We'd probably be scrapping to fight off relegation year on year, playing very unattractive kick and rush football, with a revolving door policy for a series of average players and managers. The best we could hope for was most likely a cup quarter final on a good year and Premier League survival.

Fortunately, we got lucky. Very lucky.
 
cityboy5 said:
blimp reeny said:
Stoke away - Relegation. Worst feeling ever.
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Me too. Its strange how my worst and best feeling happened against the same team. The best feeling was the FA cup final.
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Both QPR and Stoke are linked in our best and worst times.

Stoke for the final game of the 97-98 season dropping us to our lowest ever league, while also ending our trophy drought with the FA Cup in 2011.

QPR for being the game that left our fate in 97-98 out of our own hands on that final day of the season, while also being the team that we became best in England against for the first time in my lifetime.
 
The CL loss to Real Madrid at the bernebeu ..we were up with 5 mins to go thanks to dzeko I believe(I get confused which goal came first that or the kolarov Fk)..wen we came back and took the lead I was beyond ecstatic and I felt so proud and I thought "were the English champions and were about to beat Madrid in Madrid in the group of death? We really are the fuckin best!!" And then Madrid removed my heart from my chest..I still haven't recovered from that..I still bare the scars over my heart..damn just thinking about it now is hurting me..I just keep picturing dzeko scoring and pointing to his name in the back of his jersey and I'm jumping up and down and now I know it was for nothing...: (((
 
eddiemarin09 said:
The CL loss to Real Madrid at the bernebeu ..we were up with 5 mins to go thanks to dzeko I believe(I get confused which goal came first that or the kolarov Fk)..wen we came back and took the lead I was beyond ecstatic and I felt so proud and I thought "were the English champions and were about to beat Madrid in Madrid in the group of death? We really are the fuckin best!!" And then Madrid removed my heart from my chest..I still haven't recovered from that..I still bare the scars over my heart..damn just thinking about it now is hurting me..I just keep picturing dzeko scoring and pointing to his name in the back of his jersey and I'm jumping up and down and now I know it was for nothing...: (((
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good shout this match. imagine the boost to our confidence a win in madrid would have given us this season that match also made me realize how good a player yaya toure is....he came up against a team far better than anything he had faced before at city, and simply raised his game another couple of notches....if only.
 
Sometime when Pearce was the manager. I remember I missed the game against Watford because I just couldn't be bothered going. The only time I've missed a game without a reasonable excuse.

A few weeks later, I was at a game, I don't remember who we were playing as I wasn't taking much notice, but I was questioning the whole point of watching them at all. I was looking around the ground, at the fans, everything but the game, and my head was filled with a sense of hopelessness. The sheer futility of watching a team that at best, would avoid relegation season after season until we succumbed to the inevitable yet again. We couldn't even score a sodding goal! We would never win anything, we would never watch them in the Champions League. I remember thinking that. I was looking at the ground, imagining the banner with the stars hanging between the tiers, and how unobtainable it seemed. We would never see it. It was only available in my imagination, and the more I thought about it, the more depressed I became.

I had been watching City since 1967, but for some reason that afternoon got to me. I had been there through all the ups and downs, but nothing had ever made me feel as bad as I did that day.

I remember agonising about renewing my season ticket. I was really torn. I didn't know what to do. I was round at my parents and my mother asked me if I was going to renew my ticket. I asked her why she had asked and she just came straight out with it.

"Well, you don't seem to be enjoying it anymore".

Thanks mum! The truth was though, I wasn't enjoying it.

Well, the days passed by, and I got the final letter from the club telling me that if I didn't renew by midnight on a certain date, I would lose my ticket.

So I did what I had to do. I went online and renewed the bloody thing. 10 minutes to midnight on the final day.

Thankfully, we have improved greatly since those days, but I have never been as low as a blue since that random day.
 
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