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Johnson died 40 years ago this September, much loved but in straitened circumstances, and I am ashamed to say that, before last Friday, I knew nothing of him. But I was enlightened by a brown cardboard box of documents belonging to the Working Class Movement Library in Salford.
Signalling the natural progression from the bar room dreams of a few pioneers that caught fire in 2005, Football Club United of Manchester stands on the precipice of a ‘bricks and mortar’ validation of the stupidity, the romance and the ideologies that have caused endless debate, not only on the very existence of the club in a football world so driven by opposing forces, but its sustainability and likelihood of ever finding permanence when it came to its home turf.
Issue 11 was meant to be the one that marked our moving into Moston. Unfortunately, life got in the way and we will have to wait until late summer 2013 for that to become a reality.
It’s that time of year again when everywhere you look people are wearing poppies. Well, they are if you’re always watching telly.
Francis, I was told by a corporal on my first day in the army, was a ‘tart’s name – you will now be known as Frank by your peers…I on the other hand will continue to call you pillock’.
This is our first attempt at selling T-shirts so please act in the right spirit, be patient and go gentle on us…
Available at FC United matches, Cornerhouse, National Football Museum, Working Class Movement Library and our online stall.
Playing at FC United was just a great gig. I keep telling people about this amazing set up where you have a football match and all these football fans, so passionate about their club, and an amazing atmosphere
Memory recalls a truly surreal evening where Mark E Smith really could be found deep in conversion with my auntie Margaret; where Chris Sievey – then leader of The Freshies, later to transform into Frank Sidebottom – really did give me a homemade peg bag as a present and the members of Manchester glam act, V2, arrived in full spandex regalia.
It might only be a small or childish victory, like sticking a ‘love united : hate glazer’ sticker to a dibble’s back – which is literally stickin’ it to the man, even if it’s a woman – and it doesn’t even have to be done for any important cause, we can still enjoy it.
It’s the eternal problem of the football supporter. We hold vast power in the game, but will never wield it because petty rivalries and ingrained bigotries mean more to us than facing up to the real enemies of football.
Next time someone tells you the BBC are pro-left, you could do worse than point them in the direction of this article by Mike Berry in The Conversation:
If you are a reader of the right …
These were the twentieth-century adherents of William of Orange, King Billy, victor of the Battle of the Boyne in 1688. (The one on the white horse). But Glasgow’s true-crime writers, of whom there are many, like to point out that there’s another dimension to the name, too.
Spirit, Patience, Gentleness,
All that can adorn and bless
Art thou – let deeds, not words, express
Thine exeeding loveliness.
Surrounded by the usual suspects of Manchester’s infinitely cliched musical past, we’re in what was once Factory Records’ board room, above their former offices on Charles Street.
How did it come to this? In my ex-wife’s car, taken without consent, parked in a lay-by overlooking Dovestones reservoir and considering my options.
By Rob Allen: New. Age. Football. Fans. Right there with four small words, used in a throwaway comment that could have barely registered with even his closest friends, one man invented a new, catch all term for a distinct genre of football supporter.
So my fellow serfs, here we have a family that are placed in a position of power and wealth, not through any hard graft but through privilege and good old fashioned accident of birth.
A frequently discussed topic by Mancunians is the accent pattern across Greater Manchester. How can one area host such a number of varying accents?
The tennis is on, so what better way to mark this year’s Wimbledon coverage than this article by a red who is slightly obsessed with Sue Barker?