Enjoyable moment in my local when Man City started doing well. They were on TV and a bloke I used to work with was stood at the bar. He cheered when Man City scored. Some East Yorks Red turned round and said that it seemed we had some glory hunters in jumping on the bandwagon. The bloke was born in Moss side and made it as far as the bench at Man City in the days of Lee, Bell and Summerbee. He used to help out at training sessions for my lads junior team and they just could not believe his pace and he as in his fifties then. He wasn't the type to mention who he had played for to the dickhead but I enjoyed doing so.
Know/Knew lots of (Mancunian) City and Utd fans – generally speaking, both a good knowledgeable and grounded group. That could be the company I was lucky enough to keep of course. One of the issues for me that stands out was that City were obsessed with Utd (akin to Scots with English) and that seemed to supersede their own proud culture. The mantra was simple and the same: Utd bought their success. Of course now, they now buy success to unparalleled levels – it’s almost akin to cheating on some sort of football manager game. It’s as dull as **** too. Anyway, the thing that really stuck in my mind at the time was when the majority of City fans simply accepted the Thai dictator without question just for the promise of investment, after years of so-called stoic principles and condemnations. I had plenty of words with City fans who justified it. And, this wasn’t that long after the much maligned Utd fans had fought off Murdoch and had split to form their own club (post-Glazier). Knew quite a few FC United fans – it was quite refreshing at the time.
I would accept money from the Devil himself if it made Hull City the best team in the country. Had a great night in my local when F C United played Brid Town. The council put together some kind of package and a load of them made a weekend of it. (Imagine - a council encouraging football fans to stay and spend money after a game. Whatever next!). Fantastic repertoire of songs.
The few I knew were well educated in football terms and had just had enough of the bullshit. I recall some occasional animosity between them and some other Utd fans. The ones I knew dreaded it being ruined by success and wanted to not progress as far as the Conference. I always intended to check out a game (think they were playing home games at Bury at the time), but never made it.
I once went in a pub in the old town in Bridlington years ago..There was man u scarfs and a couple of man it's flags on the wall, Mr Barchullona (early 70s ) in the days they never won F all The Scarborough v fc United friendly was ok though they beat us. FC United's supporters stood in the shed seperated by 2 old stewards Loads of banter and only a couple of handbag fights.
