1. I still go mad when we score and groan and curse when we conceed. I'll jump out of my seat and shout at the ref and the opposition as much as I did when I was 15.
2. My son has rekindled my enthusiam - after some piss poor seasons in the last ten years.
3. I'm as mad about City as I ever have been. Nothing will change that no matter how tough the future is.
Loads that have totally lost interest in the club yet are on here day after day talking about it.
I'm guessing most of us are English and moaning is something the English do with great style.
Sorry, just don't get this 'I don't care anymore' wtf? I know its hard but too lose the passion? just don't get that at all.
My passion for our Club goes back to a fantastic opening day of the 97/98 season, my Dad, Uncle and Brother's took me to watch City play Chelsea at Highfield Road, with the excitement of a new season building around the Ground I was completely hooked on it and when the Sky Blue Army burst out in to the Sky Blue Song it made me shiver with excitement. The game itself was incredible, Chelsea went one nil up in the first half through Frank Sinclair at which point I turned to my Dad and his words were "Typical City" although as my Dad and Uncle were deciding what to do about going to the bar father started checking his change as we attacked, when I called him for he said "Wait a minute Nick" then out of nowhere Dublin headed in the equaliser and the joy was unbelievable! Celebration's were manic all around me but my Dad missed half of it and cursed his luck.
Second half Flo replaced Mark Hughes for Chelsea and scored not long afterwards and the slump returned and I was convinced that we weren't going to get the result. Dion then scored his second (another header if memory serves me right) and there was joy and relief all around Highfield Road, but something else had come to the light after the second goal, optimism. Highfield Road was rocking and we had Chelsea on the back foot and it felt as if we could get more than a draw from the game, the little seven year old was screaming the players on and my father held me close to him as I stood in front of him, as he tried to calm me down, then with a couple of minutes to go Leboeuf made a cock up and between the time he had made that mistake up until Dublin had completed his hat trick time was slow, but when he scored the third, Highfield Road was off the hook and I was going completely out my head along with the rest of my family who was there.
Ever since I am still the same, I still celebrate goals with unrivaled and monumental passion, when we concede it still hurts, even brought out huge amounts of anger and tears over the years, my Dad still misses the occasional goal as does my Uncle, they're blessed with that charm, Leboeuf became Lepuff in our house hold from then on after that and for every game and every moment the Sky Blue Song starts up hair's on my arm and neck stand and I still get the shivers.
My passion for our Club goes back to a fantastic opening day of the 97/98 season, my Dad, Uncle and Brother's took me to watch City play Chelsea at Highfield Road, with the excitement of a new season building around the Ground I was completely hooked on it and when the Sky Blue Army burst out in to the Sky Blue Song it made me shiver with excitement. The game itself was incredible, Chelsea went one nil up in the first half through Frank Sinclair at which point I turned to my Dad and his words were "Typical City" although as my Dad and Uncle were deciding what to do about going to the bar father started checking his change as we attacked, when I called him for he said "Wait a minute Nick" then out of nowhere Dublin headed in the equaliser and the joy was unbelievable! Celebration's were manic all around me but my Dad missed half of it and cursed his luck.
Second half Flo replaced Mark Hughes for Chelsea and scored not long afterwards and the slump returned and I was convinced that we weren't going to get the result. Dion then scored his second (another header if memory serves me right) and there was joy and relief all around Highfield Road, but something else had come to the light after the second goal, optimism. Highfield Road was rocking and we had Chelsea on the back foot and it felt as if we could get more than a draw from the game, the little seven year old was screaming the players on and my father held me close to him as I stood in front of him, as he tried to calm me down, then with a couple of minutes to go Leboeuf made a cock up and between the time he had made that mistake up until Dublin had completed his hat trick time was slow, but when he scored the third, Highfield Road was off the hook and I was going completely out my head along with the rest of my family who was there.
Ever since I am still the same, I still celebrate goals with unrivaled and monumental passion, when we concede it still hurts, even brought out huge amounts of anger and tears over the years, my Dad still misses the occasional goal as does my Uncle, they're blessed with that charm, Leboeuf became Lepuff in our house hold from then on after that and for every game and every moment the Sky Blue Song starts up hair's on my arm and neck stand and I still get the shivers.
i always assumed you were older than me for some reason(more mature!)
seems i am old now.
You've got religion boy, or at least according to Joy. Now get back in line behind the investors, family members only in the front pulpit.
My passion for our Club goes back to a fantastic opening day of the 97/98 season, my Dad, Uncle and Brother's took me to watch City play Chelsea at Highfield Road, with the excitement of a new season building around the Ground I was completely hooked on it and when the Sky Blue Army burst out in to the Sky Blue Song it made me shiver with excitement. The game itself was incredible, Chelsea went one nil up in the first half through Frank Sinclair at which point I turned to my Dad and his words were "Typical City" although as my Dad and Uncle were deciding what to do about going to the bar father started checking his change as we attacked, when I called him for he said "Wait a minute Nick" then out of nowhere Dublin headed in the equaliser and the joy was unbelievable! Celebration's were manic all around me but my Dad missed half of it and cursed his luck.
Second half Flo replaced Mark Hughes for Chelsea and scored not long afterwards and the slump returned and I was convinced that we weren't going to get the result. Dion then scored his second (another header if memory serves me right) and there was joy and relief all around Highfield Road, but something else had come to the light after the second goal, optimism. Highfield Road was rocking and we had Chelsea on the back foot and it felt as if we could get more than a draw from the game, the little seven year old was screaming the players on and my father held me close to him as I stood in front of him, as he tried to calm me down, then with a couple of minutes to go Leboeuf made a cock up and between the time he had made that mistake up until Dublin had completed his hat trick time was slow, but when he scored the third, Highfield Road was off the hook and I was going completely out my head along with the rest of my family who was there.
Ever since I am still the same, I still celebrate goals with unrivaled and monumental passion, when we concede it still hurts, even brought out huge amounts of anger and tears over the years, my Dad still misses the occasional goal as does my Uncle, they're blessed with that charm, Leboeuf became Lepuff in our house hold from then on after that and for every game and every moment the Sky Blue Song starts up hair's on my arm and neck stand and I still get the shivers.
Loads that have totally lost interest in the club yet are on here day after day talking about it.
I remember that game well.....it was a blazing hot day & I took a couple non-city mates with me into the WT.......fucking ace.
my passion for CCFC is like a roller coaster. just when i think the fight has been beaten out of me something (usually non football related to the club) pisses me of and the passion is back in a wave of anger
My religion is CCFC, that has nothing to do with Sisu
Unfortunately Joy thinks she understands it.
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