bigstanhibbert
Well-Known Member
1. 1967, I was 5 and my best mates dad took me and him to watch Manchester City v Burnley, we won by a lot - but the atmosphere, the chants, smell of tobacco was wonderful
2. Travelling by push bike to City's training ground in Cheadle to watch the players, now and again we chased a ball outside the pitch, returned it and was told 'thanks son' - magical
3. My first year with a season ticket. King Colin's return against 'nucassle - atmosphere never stopped, also I believe someone scored a hattrick . TBF no one cared. The King was back. I was smittten.
4. York away, 20/30 of us were on a day out, most turned back at the pub at half time as it was soo cold, last one was found hanging over someone's hedge asleep, we poured him into the back of the bus, great days
5. Buzzer/Franny/Colin/Silva/Kun/Kompany and many many others- respect, enough said
It isn't about winning baubles but about emotions and experiences, with friends, family and the greater good.
If it wasn't we would be one of the red scum
2. Travelling by push bike to City's training ground in Cheadle to watch the players, now and again we chased a ball outside the pitch, returned it and was told 'thanks son' - magical
3. My first year with a season ticket. King Colin's return against 'nucassle - atmosphere never stopped, also I believe someone scored a hattrick . TBF no one cared. The King was back. I was smittten.
4. York away, 20/30 of us were on a day out, most turned back at the pub at half time as it was soo cold, last one was found hanging over someone's hedge asleep, we poured him into the back of the bus, great days
5. Buzzer/Franny/Colin/Silva/Kun/Kompany and many many others- respect, enough said
It isn't about winning baubles but about emotions and experiences, with friends, family and the greater good.
If it wasn't we would be one of the red scum
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