Lindsay Gilmour

Why Blue?

When I was six there was a boy I fancied in class. We’ve all been there, one way or another.

One day he said to me, ‘what football team do you support?’

But I didn’t know any. So I said, ‘what football team do *you* support?’ And he said, ‘Manchester City,’ so, I said, ‘So do I.’

My mistake was in having a family, mum and dad, who both love football, and were only too glad to have a reason to go to matches (and besides, City’s reputation was better than the Rags’, family-wise). So I saw Colin Bell play his first match back from his knee injury, and I remember Big Joe, Asa H, and all that.

Twenty six years later, several heart attacks later, many leaping-about-cheering-injuries later, one very recent season in that godforsaken hole they call the Second Division later, I am craving the football season starting again.

Because I love ’em.

B**ger it.

See you in the Premier,

First printed in: MCIVTA Newsletter #614 on