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I was born in Lancashire and supported Manchester United as a kid. When The family moved to Wales I didn’t start supporting the City until I went to high school when I started going with mates. Despite being English, I bloody loved it and was addicted from the start.
I think I’m right in remembering my second match was against Plymouth in the league cup and we were losing 4-1 at half time and went on to win 5-4. Amazing. When I moved back to Manchester and people found out I supported Cardiff, weirdly they didn’t accuse me of being a glory hunter. One of my highlights was watching us beat United at Old Trafford in the First Division IOM. Amazing day that was.
The worst thing about living over in Australia is missing the football, my friends and my family. The sunshine is nice but the sausages and sporting events are severely lacking.
Now I’m stuck with us but I still kind of like it.
The 70s were something else, no segregation, you wore your colours everywhere as a badge of honour (even if secretly you were shitting yourself), train stations, the route to the ground, the ground itself, then you had to make your way back to the station. It was like the movie 'The Warriors' every single week, I wouldn't have changed it though, great times.
Practically no CCTV anywhere, no mobile phone calls from mates who'd already arrived at the away game destination... you really did stumble blindly into some very naughty situations.
'Football specials', resulting in ridiculous numbers of away fans arriving on mass, making it difficult for the police to get a grip on things.
Drinking alcohol on the buses to away days.