Good post.
98/99 season I struggled to get tickets against bobbins sides in the old third division. The worse we were on the pitch the more staunch and supportive we became. United give us stick far worse than you have suffered against RS because you'd have to have been in our shoes to know just how far we'd fallen, and we suffered big time.
That season Maine Road was restricted to around 35k and if it wasn't a total sellout it was because opposition clubs couldn't sell their allocation.
My mate and I hatched a cunning plan of getting in games by borrowing his dad's wheelchair. He went in the chair and in the ground for nowt, I had to pay 2quid as his helper, a quid each, sorted. We pulled that stunt about half a dozen times, then we got rumbled when the wheelchair was behind the touchline only about 10 yards from the dug out. City scored an absolute pearler out of the blue and my mate shot up in the air like a leaping salmon punching his first in delight!
That was the end of that but it was fun while it lasted... "Yeah I know"
