I am a Mancunian born and bred, and since I was 6 I have supported Man City, much to my family’s disgust – all of them being Red and oh so fickle. Since I declared my love for City I have suffered at the hands of my glory-seeking brother, but the torture I endured (he is 6 years older than me) never stopped the love of the Blues running through my veins. I have never questioned this love but wondered where it came from; needless to say he has tried to ridicule me, convert me (much to my disgust) and perhaps the most shaming thing I must admit, is visiting Un***d – it was an experience I try and forget but all the Red I saw still haunts me…
So it is no surprise that I have always struggled to get to Maine Road, but I have found my saviour in the form of my uncle; we are a team travelling together to as many matches as I can afford. As a woman, the best thing is getting men who think you won’t know anything and ripping them apart with your knowledge… I will always be a Blue and I will never experience anything like I do every time I visit Maine Road or just watch City, no matter what happens. There is no better feeling than watching City – they have this amazing knack of ripping your heart and sending you on a emotional rollarcoaster every time. But I wouldn’t change that for the world because that is what City are about and no matter what happens in the future they will always make me want to go back for more.
When you’re a City supporter no one can stop you because they grab you by your heart and they never let go… ever. I am City till I die no matter how many trophies Un***d win because City are the only true Manchester side to support.
First printed in: MCIVTA Newsletter #603 on