March 1st 1972 My Dad took myself & my brother to Maine road to watch city v WestBrom, it was a wednesday afternoon & I still don’t know to this day why we played on a Wednesday afternoon in March, I remember sitting in the main stand when just before the kick off there was a bomb scare in the ground every one had to look under their seats I remember my brother being so scared and wanting to go home I’m glad we did’nt we won the game 2-0 with the legend himself king colin scoring both goals with his head.Special memories never forgotten.

My first trip to Maine Road was against Wimbeldon, I was ten. I was dropped of by my mam with a drink and a cheese sandwich for half time. I was in the kippax. I remember walking up the steps and being blinded by the green in front of me it took my breath away. I remember everyone looking so big and the rain. It was an interesting afternoon with Mark ward scoring an equaliser for the blues but the most exciting moment of the game occurred when Steve McMahon hit the bar from 30 yards. That ooooh from the crowd, showed me that city fans are at one and I was one of them, Terry Collier.

I was born about a mile from Maine Road.

The first game my father took me to see was City v Blackpool who had Stanley Matthews playing for them at the time.

In those days, before the smoke abatement laws came in, Manchester suffered from dreadful smog conditions – real pea soupers.

As kick-off time approached, the smog came down, then started closing in, thicker and thicker.

We were standing behind the goal, but within a short time we could barely see the centre circle, let alone the other goal.

The referee kept the game going until half time, but then, inevitably, it was called off.

I can’t remember the score, but I do remember the disappointment, something that we City fans have tasted all too frequently over the years, albeit with stoic resignation.

Let’s hope that Sheikh Mansour’s new regime will usher in a golden age for the club and its many thousands of faithful supporters.

dont know who we played or the year,month,day or time al i know is that we frashed’em 4-1.

My uncle Fred, life long City fan took me to see City vs Charlton in mid fifties. City won 6-5 and I ,was hooked and became lifelong fan myself. Thanks uncle Fred for the indoctrination!
I idolized Bert Trautman and Bobby Johnston and remeber Helen and her bell fondly.

There was a guy waving his crutches in front of me, the game was against Derby County with Brian Clough in charge and we stood in the newly6 opened North stand.

My first ever City game was actually against United at Old Trafford on Feb 12th 1955 but I can remember very little other than the 5-0 scoreline in City’s favour.
However it was the following season on April 2nd 1956 when we played Sunderland in front of a crowd of 40,915 that I watched my first City game at Maine Rd.
Only 13 days before we had just beat Spurs in the FA Cup final at Villa Park to reach our second successive FA Cup Final.
My dad took me to the match on the crossbar of his push bike which he left in someones back yard alongside twenty or so others.
We entered the ground at the platt lane end of the stadium where the stand curved round to the section behind the goal,it was adjacent to the main stand with the top half of the terracing being wooden similar to the Belle vue speedway track at Hyde Rd.For me it was an experience I have never forgotten where for the record we won 4-2 with goals from Joe Hayes 2 – Jack Dyson 2
To be honest as a 9 year old at the time I spent most of the game running up and down the stairs at the back of the stand whilst listening to the roars of the crowd but whenever I did take a peep at the game I will always remember Bert Trautmann diving round his goalmouth,saving and clearing the ball upfield with his blonde locks of hair and a green jersey that stuck out so much Bert became my hero and it was the day my love for City begun.Sadly the grand old place has gone now but the memories of my first City game live on…..

My first City game was in December 1968 when aged 11 I was invited by my cousin to watch City play Burnley at Maine Road. What a day it was! Not only did I get to see my first live game but I got to see City rattle up seven goals with Bell, Lee, Young and Summerbee in unbeatable form. It was a day that was to shape my future and the start of a relationship which has held strong through thick and thin. Once a blue always a blue! There have been some great games over the years but none of them will have the same thrill or will sow a seed which will stay with me for ever

My dad took me to maine road Ithink it was 1957 or maybe 1958. It was a bright cold winters day.Many years ago and memories are of reaing avidly the programme from front to back every word while we waited for the match to start. I think we were playing Leyton Orient and city won 2-0 with goals from David Dunmore.
I remember having a pie and oxo at half=time and immediately buyting into the ritual of this half=time snack.
My dad was from the south of England and also took me to Old Trafford, but for whatever reason this first visit to Maine Road sealed my allegance for life

The mistake on this website “what’s your FIST city memory” aptly reminded me that my first city game was most notable for FISTS – Stan Bowles and Brian Kidd fighting and getting sent off during the City Youth vs Utd Youth.
can’t remember the exact date but I remember being at Maine Road like it was yesterday.Happy days – they can take the fans out of Maine Road but they’ll never take Maine Road out of the fans.