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A new page to feature some of
Man City's real heroes, the fans. There are many reasons for
supporting your club and here I will hope to give a platform to some
of the ordinary folk out there who like me, decided to jump on the
rollercoaster of emotions we call Manchester City. Send me an email
if you think your story should be included in the contributions on
Just to get the ball rolling
here's a couple taken from
MCIVTA - the exceptionally brilliant
Internet newsletter called Man City Info Via The Alps which is
packed full of input from the fans.
SO WHY BLUE?
Dad came from the Broomwood (Altincham) from a family of a mix of
Blues and Rags. My Mam came from Moss Side from a family who were
all Blues but one of her brothers who was a Rag (bizarrely).
Dad bought a Sky Blue and a Red football shirt and said "which
one do you like best?" I immediately took hold of the lovely Sky
Blue shirt with a Phillips sponsor and the old Retro crest from
circa 1988 and said "this one"
I was about 6!
How glad am I that I chose that one? and how angry am I at my Dad
that I could have had a silly moment that children have and chose
the wrong colour?
Since then that Sky Blue colour has completely filled me
circulatory system and I am actually pumping Blue blood
around my body!
First game was City v Leicester old Div2 1989 we won 4-2 at Maine
Road. I've been to hundreds of games since my most memorable being
the first away game at Blackburn 15 Apr '89 though we lost 4-1, the
5-1, beating Liverpool 2-1 when, I think, David White scored the
winner, beating Spurs 5-2, beating Spurs 4-3 away in FA Cup, and
just because it was the best piss up I had in 2004 going to Bolton away winning one-nil! Plus many more!
I absolutely love City to death more than anything in life,
anything! Good bad and ugly!
"You're my pigeon, you're my dove. You're my City, you're the one
I love" (again)
Daniel James Burgess
WHAT IS IT WITH CITY?
I am a fatalist. I believe in fate and I
think things happen for a reason.
I am sitting here in my hotel room in Jakarta just a few days before
the Asia Cup Final between Saudi Arabia and Iraq with nothing much
to do but contemplate my life so far, when all of a sudden it dawned
on me. My whole life has been dominated by two things.
First of all, my wonderful family of course, but the other
underlying fact which has always been there in some part of my sub
conscious is Manchester City Football Club.
What is it about a football club from my place of birth in the north
of England a million miles away from my
home in Australia that has such a profound effect on my life? A
football club that I last saw play live almost 40 years ago! It has
dominated my life for as long as I care to remember.
Each day no matter where I am in the world, I wait with baited
breath for the next issue of MCIVTA or log on to News Now Man City
to find out what has been happening in that mystical far away place
The City Of Manchester Stadium. Is it a sense of belonging to an
extended "family", an old comfortable friend that is always there
A never-ending search for news of what is happening, what was the
Who have we signed? Who got injured? It is like a strong magnet that
draws you in, no matter where you are or what you do. It is
impossible to get away from those compelling invisible currents.
I am a very lucky guy. I guess I have always been in the right place
at the right time and my work has taken me all over the world. I
work in the TV industry and over the years I have had the pleasure
of working on cricket tours of the West Indies, Olympic Games in
Seoul, Atlanta and Sydney, French Open Tennis, and last year
privileged enough to be working in Munich on the World Cup, but my
main bread and butter these days is the Asia Tour Golf.
We were in Delhi last year televising the Hero Honda Indian Open and
a good mate of mine Dave Parkin is the Asia Tour tournament
director. Dave is the self proclaimed president of the Wigan
Football Club Supporters Association of Asia. In other words, it is
himself and a mate.
That particular Saturday, Wigan were playing Manchester City so the
opportunity for a bet was raised. It was decided whoever wins, the
prize would be a bottle of Single Malt Scotch of the winners choice.
Naturally, I jumped at the prospect of winning a bottle of scotch, I
mean, we are the great Man City playing lowly Wigan. It was in the
The match started at 5.00pm Delhi time and was being televised live
in the main bar of the Delhi Sheraton hotel. I still don't know how
he did it but Dave managed to get the professional golfers to finish
the day's play at 4:30pm which gave us just enough time to get back
to the hotel for the much anticipated kick off. We got to the bar
after changing into our respective shirts about 5 minutes after the
start of the match. Dave resplendent in his striped Wigan shirt and
yours truly in my new sky blue City shirt.
I nearly had a heart attack when I saw the score. 5 minutes in and
we were 2-0 down. I thought Oh No! Here we go again. But being the
eternal optimist (remember the Spurs game where we came back from
3-0 down and only ten men to win 4-3) I said silently to myself "We
will get back in the game after half time."
I think it was the longest half of football I ever had to endure. To
put it bluntly, we played like sh!t! Final score 4-0. I had to put
up with endless ribbing from everybody in the bar that night and the
The trials and tribulations of being a City supporter. But my faith
in the blues never failed me once. The official ceremonial handover
of the bottle of Laphroig Single Malt (Dave has expensive taste)
took place a few weeks later on the balcony of the beautiful Royal
Hong Kong Golf Club much to the delight of golfers and caddies and
anybody who wanted a sip. I was hoping to turn it into an annual
event and I was delighted to see Wigan just manage to stay up in the
According to my Man City screen saver, we play Wigan again on 1
December and with the team that Sven is putting together it should
be an absolute certainty to win back my scotch. Yes, things do
happen for a reason.
The other night in Jakarta, Indonesia played South Korea in the last
group stage of the Asia Cup. There were 90,000 fanatical, loyal
Indonesian fans packed into the Gelora Bung Karno National stadium
atmosphere was absolutely electric. All they had to do was draw to
qualify for the quarter finals for the very first time.
The game itself was a fantastic display of football but
unfortunately for the Indonesians, South Korea scored the only goal
in the match (pictured right). The amazing crowd accepted their
defeat with dignity and there pride intact.
On my way out of the stadium after we had finished the usual post
match interviews, we came across a sea of smiling Indonesian fans in
red national team shirts all waiting to get a glimpse of their
heroes boarding the team bus.
Out of the corner of my eye I caught one guy in a very familiar sky
blue shirt with Thomas Cook emblazoned on the front. I managed to
catch his eye and gave him a big thumbs up. I like to think that in
that brief moment of recognition we became two mates with the same
agenda. He waved and gave me a huge smile.
Even in this part of the world, the magic that is M.C.F.C can still
bring total strangers together.
What IS IT about Man City? (We
all ask ourselves that one Dave - Malc)
Dave Shellard (Tox)
top pic in this article by Richard Tucker
all that... this by Bill Borrows, published in the
Guardian in September 1998, about the demise of Manchester City
during the eighties and nineties. Taken from MCIVTA
who originally put together the Newsletter that is Manchester
City info via the Alps
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