Hiya, City fan here coming in peace on derby weekend. How are the nerves?
That’s the thing about this game. No matter how much you pretend you care more about beating Liverpool and we pretend you all live in London, it gets in your bones. We all have a formative Manchester derby experience, something that colours what we think and feel about the fixture for the rest of our lives. In my case, the bi-annual stomach knot and nausea combination goes back to November 7, 1993 and Eric bloody Cantona.
It was my first as a season ticket holder but not my first derby. That distinction went to the 1-1 draw in March of that year, where Cantona cancelled out Niall Quinn’s second-half opener — two figures who loomed large over the derby at that time.
