1927 Club: about us
Like many a great legend, the story of the foundation of The 1927 Club is lost in the mists of time, a nostalgic and heady hazy mixture of fact, longing, wish-fulfilment and bare-faced making-it-up. 1990, and dumped in London by the varied and savage forces of late-day Thatcherism, exiled and homesick City fans slowly plucked up the courage to talk to each other on rain-swept decrepit away terraces (come here often, mate? Aye, me too), and get the beers in after the match to talk of Nathan Blake, Phil Dwyer and Clarks Pies in hushed reverential tones. Saved lives, it has, if not livers.
This much at least is true – we’re nearly 13. It really was November 1990, the needle hitting the groove of the Stone Roses, and City losing twice in 4 days horribly. We were formed jointly at Griffin Park, that long dark night of the soul when we lost against Hayes, and at Gillingham, where we lost 4-0 the following Saturday. The Britannia pub in Gillingham deserves a blue plaque for its services to City fans, because the beer took the pain away and we were born. A small band of visionary men and women used these twin troughs of turn-of-the-decade misery to form a refuge for exiled City fans in London and south-east England. If we were going to be that bad for ever, we needed people to help us through it. Luckily, things got better. We’re still open for business so that when all else fails, and you’re far from home, you can soothe your soul with the knowledge that there’s a couple of hundred of us up here who just want to talk about City, go to the match and have a few beers.
1927 Club members have been at every City and Wales game since we were formed, some of the faces have changed and we’re all nudging 30 by now (ahem), but there’s nothing to beat the Saturday morning train out of Paddington, or the midweek pick up to head home or North or wherever to see our beloved Bluebirds. Doesn’t matter where you’re travelling from, just matters that you’re travelling. Some of us have been going 40 years, a couple even longer, and some of our members are hard pushed even to remember the class of ’93, say what’s his name, Eddie May. It’s just City, you can’t beat it.
If you’re living in London or South-east England, and you’re City, you’re welcome. We have members in all areas of London and the surrounding counties, so you can meet fellow Bluebirds wherever you are, get lifts to the match, whatever. Reading, in particular, seems to be over-run by City fans, which is nice.
Our regular monthly meeting has been graced in the past by guest speakers including Sam Hammam, Steve Borley, Frank Burrows, Robert Phillips, the late Phil Suarez, Ron Jones, and One Jason Perry.
With the football club going from strength to strength, and a real scrap on for promotion, it’s exciting times, so come and join us, we’re the greatest team in football the world has ever seen.
Click here for Steve Lyell's excellent "MAGGIE OUT, ADRIAN PARK IN – A BRIEF HISTORY OF THE 1927 CLUB".
Mark Ainsbury, February 2003.