The feeling.

115 charges! Cheats! Empty seats. Typed, chanted, and slung at us like shit.

Where’s your European Cup? One charge and you fucked it up. That feeling when the ball hits the net.

Is this a library? Empty seats on tour. Name your greatest hit.

It’s going to VAR. How much did you pay the referee? The head beaded in sweat.

Where were you when you were shit? Your fans are from London. Remember the first time as you emerged in the Kippax.

Who are you? Small town in Stockport. The away day journey debate.

Programmes, get your programmes. The ruined weekends piled in stacks.

That painful loss. Old Trafford rocking. Swallow me up by eight.

They let us down. Why the fuck are you still here? Football blighted.

Replays of 93:20 Magical cheats! Fresh air or an armchair.

Tension, glorious tension. Squeaky bum time. Love City, hate U****d.

Squashed in at trophy parades. Feels unfair. Just a sack of air.

The Old Black and Green, Steve Moore selling programmes, the Dias stand bouncing.

Editor’s deadline, adverts flowing, whistles blowing, and Abba playing loud.

Winter’s away days over land and sea – and Stretford or Llansantffraid for a trouncing.

The full time shriek and the roar of the faithful crowd.

The hugs with Paul Lake, the ground that did shake, the moments.

Sergio, Silva, and Kompany alongside Lee, Bell, and Summerbee.

Moments we did. Moments we didn’t. The newly built monuments.

Trautmann out-stretched, Bell on a stand, Book End it should be.

Years from now moments in the stands with mates, old and new.

Holding fanzines, that’s where we’ll be: stretching out cheering you.

Don’t go against your own. Play on. Play strong. Play in Blue and White.

But most of all, Boys In Blue Never give in: do it right.

In Memory of Francis Lee

Franny Lee was to many Blues, something to everyone. It’s hard to grow up in a City household or one of football and not know the greats of each club. Usually, it’s the big clubs. Often, the clubs who are making the most impact at the time. The name Franny Lee will be known to many Citizens.

As part of the treble trinity that was Bell, Lee and Summerbee, those who watched City from ’67 to ’74 will know of Lee. Those who followed City from 1994 will know Lee experienced an ill-fated spell as Chairman. His heart was there. City and the off-field conditions were not. Those who knew of the Maine Road to City of Manchester Stadium transition will know that Lee was involved behind the scenes. In fact, Lee sold his final shares in 2007 to Thaksin Shinawatra. Without Franny appointing Alan Ball, City may never have had fan favourites and legends in Georgi Kinkladze and Paul Dickov. Relegation and promotions may have happened differentl. Who knows.

The Forwards With Franny and We Want Franny badges have their place in time. What can never be argued against is that the former Bolton Wanderers player Francis Lee fell in love with City. Lee One Pen, as he was known for his penalty taking (and gaining) would have been a Video Assistant Referee nightmare had the game have had such technology then. Following retirement and games at Derby County (where he won the league), the ex-England forward went into business selling toilet rolls and other things.

Franny Lee cut an imposing figure on the field, and I can see why my Dad and Grandad rewatched VHS highlights and instilled my passion I to City’s history. At one time, growing up, history was all we had, but through players like Franny Lee, I could connect to glory long before 2011 arrived and City’s purchase power of Brasso became legendary once again.

I didn’t see him play, but I did say hello, get the odd signed bit, here and there. I listened to interviews on television as I grew into following City at an early age. Manchester City’s characters like Lee, and moments like the Ricky Hatton-style punch up with Norman Hunter, or those photos from the league win in Newcastle, will always stand out. And the shirt. Iconic. The style. The class. Footballers now don’t wear shirts in the same way. Franny Lee made the shirt his. Around 250 games with almost half as many goals is a statement statistic to be proud of, for any City player.

Born in Westhoughton, Franny Lee was drawn here. He never left. Not deep down. He’ll always be behind us. Even in absence. A true legend of the game. Eternally, one of our own.

Francis Henry Lee CBE (29th April 1944 – 2nd October 2023), always known as Franny Lee