I went to my first City game with my Grandad Chris. It was against West Ham. Samaras was the goal scorer, he scored both which was a very rare thing. I am still like going to the CofMS but city seem to be losing more than winning these days. Hope this changes in the years to come. City till I die.

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My first city match was on my 8th birthday. I am now 10. I had supported city all my life, but i never got a chance to see a match. Because we moved to London. But this is about the game so no more of my life story.

Their were loads of fans turning up to see city play Birmingham. It was so crowded it was a nightmare to find a parking place.

I was dumb struck by finnaly seeing the stadium in real life it was a lot bigger then i had expected.

As the game started my dad started singing ( very embarrasing!)And the whole of the crowd was singing too it gave me a sensational feeling in my heart. Because i grew up in London everyone was supporting Man U, Chelsea, Liverpool etc etc…
so i always felt my family and I were the only supporters in the world!So it felt good, i attempted to sing but i could’nt.

The match was slow and not exciting but I did’nt care i was part of the wonderful atmosphere.

Finnaly we scored a goal,contreversal but still a goal.

The game was finishing when the crowd started singing”SVEN GORRAN ERICKSON, SVEN GORRAN ERRICKSON.” By this time at least i could sig so i sang.

Noah Thompson

my dad & charlie & uncle stanley took me to my first game when i was 8 or 9 so as i was born in 1947 it was probably `1955/6 season memories are of a swirling fog and i was in the platt lane stand,sometimes you could barely see the other end! i can remember being very excited, and i told one of my uncle frank who supported united & used to pull my leg about city, that i was going to my first city game. He used to ride a motor bike and had an enormously long football scarf which he wrapped around his neck several times to keep him warm. He said i could borrow this scarf to where at the game, and i took it thinking how superb it looked. Only trouble was it was black & gold the colours of wolves, i didn’t realise and wore it any way thinking i looked really cool! when i got to the ground irealised my mistake, but in those days the worst remark i got was “you’ve got the wrong colours on lad!” city lost i think 3-4 but it was a great game and the seed was planted 53 years later i sit in the east stand and still love city!

I can remember my first game, my dad used to cycle from Salford to Maine Road this one particular day he sat me on his bicycle crossbar and off we went,we got to the ground and i can remember him leaving his bike in a backyard at the rear of the Kippax Street, i was lifted over the turnstile to gain entrance and i remember being passed over peoples heads to get to the front where i was sat on the wall behind the goal in the scoreboard end. I couldn’t beleive how the big blonde goalkeeper could pick the ball up with one hand and i also recall the strong smell of liniment coming from the players ,at the start of the second half the big blonde goalkeeper gave myself and several other children some sweets – fantastic, my hero Bert Trautman.

My first game Dad took me for my 10th birthday.
We got beat 2-1 by West Brom, Derek Kevan scored one for west Brom & Denis Law scored for us.
We sat in the main stand & i was absolutely in awe of everything that went on that day, the crowd, the ground, the game, the atmosphere. Typical City we got beat but i was hooked !

I first went to City in 1951 but my most memorable game is City v Everton in 1955 when fans of both teams mixed in the Kippax and shared friendly rivalry and humurous banter. (No fighting in those days). HT City down 1-0 went on to win 2-1. and on to Wembley. My first time at Maine Rd. was just after the war, United v Blackpool. Whilst United had stars like goalkeeper Crompton and winger Jack Rowley, most kids were there to see the great Stanley Matthews

The sky was grey and it rained throughout the game. But none of this mattered because a 12 year old boy called Paul Cooper was watching his first ever City game. Shaking with anticiapation and expectation and clinging onto my programme I watched my beloved City win 4-0 against Newcatle United on Saturday 12th August 1975. My most vivid memeory was the rain, the noise of the Maine Road crowd, the smell of cigars which made the whole day seem like a special occasion, the contasting brilliant colors of City’s sky blue shirts and the green pitch against the grey clouds of Manchester and my very first programme which I tried to protect from the rain; and like my love of City I shall cherish it till the day I die. I will forward image separately

It would have been 1978 when I attended my first City game, I had just turned 8. I can’t tell you who it was against, but I think we lost – but that was not the point.
Mr Davies, an elderly neighbour who had been watching City since the 1930s offered to take me to my first game. I learned he knew a lot of the staff and some of the past and current players and was given complimentary tickets for home matches. He told my mum to get me ready for the Saturday afternoon early as a special person would be coming to pick us up. Embarrassingly, she made me dress up in my best trousers, shoes and a shirt and tie.
Who should turn up, but Big Joe Corrigan. He was a giant and I hardly said a word to him, being a shy 8 year old, as he drove us to the ground. He was mobbed by fans when he got out of the car and he told us he would see us after the game and he went in the main entrance signing autographs whilst we got our complimentary tickets for the Main Stand.
The thing that struck me about the actual game was the atmosphere and the noise, especially from the Kippax opposite, as it was just a sea of humanity ebbing back and forwards with the game. The other thing that stood out were the smells – huge clouds of cigar smoke drifted across the Main Stand with it’s bitter aroma, accompanied by the smell of alcohol and farts.
After the game we went down the stairs and then back through the Main entrance and up into the players lounge – which was only a relatively small wood panelled room with a bar in the corner. Both home and away players eventually arrived and I stood quietly in the corner just staring at the likes of Paul Power, Willie Donarchie, Peter Barnes, Asa Heartford, Dennis Tueart, Gary Owen and Eddie Large!? whilst I pinched some of the butties and cans of coke that were freely available. Then Big Joe took us home – amazing.
I was sworn to secrecy, so I could tell no one at the time, as my mum said Mr Davies would be badgered for tickets all the time.
I went to at least 10 matches a season like this for the next 5 years, until Joe went off to America. I remember he was a little worse for wear and emotional after his last game.
The infamous Luton game was the last time we had free tickets and access to the players lounge – dodging bottles and bricks going back in the main entrance after the game.
The following season I joined the ranks of the Kippax and have been going ever since and have some amazing memories of following my team!
At the time I didn’t realize how lucky I was! Not bad for some kid from Northern Moor, Wythenshawe!
CTID

my earliest memorymiled and give me th of being at Maine Road is me being sat on the wall at the front of the Kippax. i remember the players warming up and me shouting ‘hey Curly wurly!’ to Keith Kurl. when he turned around smiled and gave me thumbs up it made my day! I cant not remember if we won or lost that day i just know i was hooked and have been going to the matches ever since with my dad.
My dad says my first game was a testimonial against United. He said tthat when he went to pay me in the guy on the turnstile said ‘dont worry you can lift her over’ and the other guy said ‘they are getting younger!’

So its thanks to my dad that i support city. the good times may not come that often but when they come they are well worth the wait!!

My Earlest memory of seeing city was at Maine Road in about 1967 against Burnley. Tony Coleman had been felled by a Burnley palyer and had hit him a coupemof times on te floor in retaliation The ref cam over just as Tc was heping the other guy to his feet and dusting him down….the ref booked the Burnley guy.
Second recollection was at Old Trafford when taken by uncle avid red uncle to watch the derby from the Stretford End. I was passed over the heads of the supporters and sat on the touchline. That was the day Glynn Pardoe broke his leg. We moved to Salford in ‘69 and under the influence of school friends and to fit in I watched the Unite dofr a coupe of seasons. On the day the north stand opened (no seats in the first year) my brother asked if I fancied going to the match. We lost 1-0 to Leeds and I realised where nt heart lay and the error of my ways for the previus couple of years.