A message to all sky blues fans (1 Viewer)

Skyblueol

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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.
 

oucho

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Being a Cov fan generally means having realistically low expectations but still ending up disappointed....and for some reason exasperated when our best players leave despite the fact it's never a surprise.
 

wingy

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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.
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Alan Dugdales Moustache

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Its generally very depressing , occasionally interrupted by fleeting periods of victory, of hope, of expectation , when all the bad times are forgotten and suddenly I'm overcome with a sense of pride, anticipation, of excitement , safe in the knowledge that it will all end in tears by December.
 

Otis

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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.
 

joemercersaces

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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.
 

Otis

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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.
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.
 

Covstu

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The club chooses you not the other way around and I think being a city fan emphasises this greatly. At the moment it’s been so frustrating supporting the team, we look great one minute then awful the next but that’s the life as a city supporter.
I feel sorry for the younger generation who have only known failure but even one win can mean so much which a Man Utd fan boy would never appreciate.
The potential of this club is huge and with the right direction we could be a great side if someone backed us
 

stevefloyd

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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.
Used to wake up smiling in those days too
 

stevefloyd

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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.
Burnley
 

wal3590

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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) and got to see the changing rooms and that. The last game at Highfield road still stands out as one of the best days of my life also. The Ricoh just does not compare one bit but still get to at least 15 games a season.
 

joemercersaces

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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.

My dad went regularly and I’d devour the programme, the old ‘Sky Blue’ priced 1/-. I pestered and pestered him to take me and the Burnley game was the first. I was 2 months short of my 7th birthday. We won 4-1 and that was it. Dads last game before cancer took him was the last ever at HR. That can still moisten my eyes even now, that place meant so much to our relationship as we’d gone together since I was 6. Now I go home and away with my son and stepson. I love away games as it brings us all so close together, city v the world.
 

Terry Gibson's perm

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First game against Brighton in 83 a friends dad took me and we were in the bottom of the sky blue stand from then on hooked and my dad started taking me he had taken a rest from the game after picking up a few off field injuries in the early 80’s and late 70’s broken hands and nights in hospital and elsewhere. we sat in the sky blue stand in the old wooden seats until he lost heart with it and has never got it back although he was a glory fan at Wembley and had a tear in his eye.
 

Adge

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This club has sucked the life out of me and at the start of this season I didn’t renew and said I wouldn’t be back until I saw how things were going in the pitch. After a reasonable start I came back with “a little” persuading from my son.
Lucky enough to have seen the great players along the lines of Cyrille Regis and Dion Dublin(the best I have seen in a Coventry City shirt) which is a far cry from “our heroes” today who could not lace their boots! Feel sorry for anyone who has only seen the Ricoh years and the awful football that has accompanied it.
 

Otis

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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).

Yeah, I do believe that Suffo was short for Suffocate.
 

shmmeee

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Like being strapped to a rollercoaster, but one that only goes down, with the occasional rest stop at what you think is the bottom, only for another gut wrenching drop to appear on the horizon.

And Tim Fisher is sat next to you grinning and telling you what a great ride it is.
 

ccfcrob

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First game (That I can remember) was at Highfield Road, opening day of the 95-96 season. We beat Man City 2-1 with both goals from Paul Telfer on his debut. From then I was hooked! 3 people to 1 seat on the West Terrace, loads of noise and endless singing. Every player had their own song, world class players were on display (Usually against us). Now sadly I feel like I am loosing touch. I might only be 28 but football was just better back then...wasn't it?
 

blueflint

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for 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
 

lifeskyblue

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Dad took me up just over 50yrs ago. Stood on a stool on the spion kop for a couple seasons. Then in the sky blue stand and west stand. Have experienced the occasional highs but mainly lows of following this football club. Saw bobby Charlton applaud willie Carr when he turned him and left the great man on his backside.
My heroes were Hutchinson, Ernie hunt and gibbo.
Great games at highfield road in the second division, first division and premier league. Perhaps younger I wore rose tinted specs but football just seemed better in those days.
Dad died before the Mowbray season...he would have loved the football we played that first half of the season and tore his hair out post Christmas. Somehow that season sums up following CCFC; so much promise, so much potential but ultimately so big a let down.
I often say 1 step forward and two back for the city but surely we can’t take any more backward steps. So come on you sky blues let’s reverse the trend of recent years and look upwards again.
Mum always used to say come on the ‘old five’ when we set off for the ground. Happy happy days.


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Johhny Blue

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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.
 

Johhny Blue

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The "Gang Show" right? I was begrudgingly there as well and often tell the story of the interruptions to announce the goals
 

Samo

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What does being a Coventry fan mean to me...

The first thing to say is that it's not a choice. It's where I'm from, I'm part of the City and it's part of me. It saddens me that for some people it is very much a choice. For me, representation of the city is almost more important than the football. If you set 2 snails to race but you write COV on one one of them, that's my boy!
I do love the game as well of course.
Fav player: Speedo!
 

Old Warwickshire lad

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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.
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.
Don’t remember him ever scoring from outside the box before, or after. Think we won 5-0 that night.
 

Voice_of_Reason

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for 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
Me too - since 1952. Reg Matthews in goal
 

Otis

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The "Gang Show" right? I was begrudgingly there as well and often tell the story of the interruptions to announce the goals
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.
 

The Great Eastern

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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.
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.
 

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