How many words?Hi guys had an eccentric idea for a YouTube video for my channel. I want you guys to post what being a coventry fan means to you and I’ll read them out in a video. Stuff like when your first game was, how long you’ve supported, a player you loved watching and what coventry means to you. I want to show the different perspective City fans view their club in despite the owner trouble. Hope you guys oblige. I’ll record the video and have it uploaded Wednesday night and I’ll post it up here for you all to see. Looking forward to reading your replies. Play up sky blues.
Just make a video of a sky blue balloon slowly deflating. As a metaphor I think that will encapsulate the mood perfectly for most of us.
Oh and Brian Borrows.
As many words as you like mate.How many words?
Tweet size?
But every so often add a burst of air (hope) just to make the deflation last a bit longer.Just make a video of a sky blue balloon slowly deflating. As a metaphor I think that will encapsulate the mood perfectly for most of us.
Oh and Brian Borrows.
When you think City v Burnley, do you always cast your mind back to that Ernie Hunt goal from just about on the half way line? What an effort, what a strike.It’s a father and son thing as Otis says. First game v Burnley in 1969. Loved everything, the crowd, the tobacco smell. In the 70s graduated to the West End where my intense dislike of away fans was fuelled by weekly aggro. Privileged to watch Tommy Hutchison tear every single full back apart and see Ferguson and Wallace smash them in. We are a unique band of brothers, supporters of a club that once was fairly big and will be again one day but one currently massively punching under our weight. No top 6 finishes in any division in 47 years makes us pretty hard to follow, but we do. When we rise again the chants will be ‘where we’re you when you were shit?’ Well about 7000 of us will know we were always here.
Used to wake up smiling in those days tooWhat Coventry City means to me? Well, I'm a Coventry kid. Hand in glove I suppose
My dad took me up one day and it may well have only been a reserve game, but I was immediately hooked. There could never be another team for me from that point on.
First real tangible memory for me was being at a show at the old Coventry Theatre with my family. It was the late 60's and the Sky Blues were at home to the mighty Man Utd, complete with the giants at the time that were Best, Charlton, Law, Stiles etc. The same Man Utd that would go on to win the European Cup just a few short months later, beating Benfica 4-1.
My dad told me I was too young to go to the game and that we all had to go to the theatre instead.
City were bottom of the table and Man Utd top. It was a foregone conclusion. Defeat was certain.
Anyway, we were sat watching the show and then suddenly the performance was momentarily stopped to puzzled looks from the audience. Up steps one of the cast on stage to address the auditorium. Out of the blue he proudly announced that City had won 2-0. We had beaten the mighty Manchester United!
I pretty much don't remember any of the show after that. All I could think about was the City and the thrilling victory. The Telegraph on the Monday hailed the win as if we had won the World Cup all over again.
I will never, ever forget the beaming grin I had on my face that day and I'm pretty sure I woke up the next day still smiling.
BurnleyWhen you think City v Burnley, do you always cast your mind back to that Ernie Hunt goal from just about on the half way line? What an effort, what a strike.
Beautiful.
You only have to mention Burnley and I am immediately drawn to that game every time.
When you think City v Burnley, do you always cast your mind back to that Ernie Hunt goal from just about on the half way line? What an effort, what a strike.
Beautiful.
You only have to mention Burnley and I am immediately drawn to that game every time.
Means so much to me i revolve my whole life around our fixtures home or away. Since my son got hooked. Im even more hooked.
My love for coventry is gonna get me dovorced!
I need to get a life!
Yeah, until I got that restraining order put in place on you.I
Used to wake up smiling in those days too
Will always have sky blue blood, to be honest deep down to most of us I don't think it matters what league we are in the passion will always be there. My first game at Highfield road when I was about 5 against derby in 95, just remember walking under the little tunnel bit between the east stand and the M and B stand and thinking wow. Used to get the same buzz every game since that walking through the doors of the East stand too. One of my first games my dad had to put tissue in my ears as the atmosphere was deafening. Also remember a school trip where we met Patrick Suffo (absolutely stunk of BO).
You said you wouldn't tellYeah, until I got that restraining order put in place on you.
What Coventry City means to me? Well, I'm a Coventry kid. Hand in glove I suppose
My dad took me up one day and it may well have only been a reserve game, but I was immediately hooked. There could never be another team for me from that point on.
First real tangible memory for me was being at a show at the old Coventry Theatre with my family. It was the late 60's and the Sky Blues were at home to the mighty Man Utd, complete with the giants at the time that were Best, Charlton, Law, Stiles etc. The same Man Utd that would go on to win the European Cup just a few short months later, beating Benfica 4-1.
My dad told me I was too young to go to the game and that we all had to go to the theatre instead.
City were bottom of the table and Man Utd top. It was a foregone conclusion. Defeat was certain.
Anyway, we were sat watching the show and then suddenly the performance was momentarily stopped to puzzled looks from the audience. Up steps one of the cast on stage to address the auditorium. Out of the blue he proudly announced that City had won 2-0. We had beaten the mighty Manchester United!
I pretty much don't remember any of the show after that. All I could think about was the City and the thrilling victory. The Telegraph on the Monday hailed the win as if we had won the World Cup all over again.
I will never, ever forget the beaming grin I had on my face that day and I'm pretty sure I woke up the next day still smiling.
Bobby Gould dribbling across their box 20 yards out, then swivelling and smashing it past a startled keeper and an even more startled bunch of us in the west end.When you think City v Burnley, do you always cast your mind back to that Ernie Hunt goal from just about on the half way line? What an effort, what a strike.
Beautiful.
You only have to mention Burnley and I am immediately drawn to that game every time.
Me too - since 1952. Reg Matthews in goalfor me in the early fifties with players of the calibre of Arthur lightning George Curtis and roy Kirk watching was a pleasure that got better with J H in charge
didn't go with my dad tho he supported west brom.i sneaked in most games as I was too young to go alone various pals came with me.i only live fifty yards from high field rd on king Richard st
I have followed and supported ever since
I was a bit puzzled at first, cos my dad turned to me and said the game hadn't even kicked off yet.The "Gang Show" right? I was begrudgingly there as well and often tell the story of the interruptions to announce the goals
Back in the day, the Christmas pantomime at the Cov theatre used to last to early March to be replaced by The Spring Show. A variety show with, usually, a few big showbiz names.I was a bit puzzled at first, cos my dad turned to me and said the game hadn't even kicked off yet.
Yeah, always had it in mind that it was the pantomime, but the game was in March and my brother WAS in the scouts, so that makes much more sense.
I just really remember wanting to go to the game and my dad not letting me.
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