It was Summer ‘02 at Maine Road. My name appeared upon the board, welcoming me to my first match just as the Manchester City Team walked out onto the pitch and the whole crowd was screaming and jumping about. It was a good game with City scoring the winning goal. The atmosphere after the match was electric and one i will never forget.

Coming from “down south” my first game was at Highbury I think in 1973, I was taken by my Dad and we of course lost but Francis Lee scored. The joy of belonging ids what mattered and it has been passed down to my son and City ganes are “our time” and hopefully it will stay that way when he has children.

my first city match was so good i saw de jong, bridge,bellamy and all of the other players!!! i was sat very low down in the ground and the ball kept comming our way!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

hey city i love my team soooo much my first man city game belive it or not was at wemberly against gillingham we were 2.0 down and dikov got 2 and nicky weaver saved us on penaltys always a blue once a blue always a blue my grandad was a city fan but sadley passed away rip manchester city in my heart and blood xxxxx

My first game was v Middlesborough on Feb 18 1950 when I was 8. The memory i have is of the 2 blonds – Bert Trautmann and their inside right Wilf Mannion. Mannion had a flying header saved by a diving Bert. last year I dicovered the date of this game as one of my mates was selling his programmes on Ebay (he’s a Oldham fan) and he told me he had and old 1950s City programme on sale. Lo and behold it was my first game so i made a very high bid and we pretended that we had done a deal and I have the programme – it cost 2 pence! I have tried to upload a photo of the programme but it says it’s too big a file. It says of Mannion that “he is one of the finest inside forwards in football today”. We were next to bottom of the League with the rags next to the top and an article in the Evening Chronicle by Frank Swift was headlined “Footballers cannot play and work”

I was just past my seventh birthdayin October when my dad took me to my first game. When leaving he put a box in the car. When I asked him what that was for he told me that when we gett in the Kippax Street stand I was going to get to the front and then stand on the box so I could see over the wall!!! I always remember outside walking around the ground, the enormaty of it. Also that all the houses backing on to the ground had there back gates open. I found out that this was so people could leave their bicycles and motor bikes while the match was on. If I remember rightly it was 1/6 in old money!!(7.5pence)To make my day complete we won 3-2 with Albert Harley scoring a hat-trick.The love afair was born. That season we were relagated on the3 last day of the season at West ham were we lost 6-1 and to rub it in United beat Leicester in the cup final, some things dont change or just may be? Always optermistic life long blue, best wishes leslie cox

My first City game was against Portsmouth and we won 6-0

I had on my city kit and was very excited and when we got there I didnt really understand where we were going as i had only seen it on the TV and it all looked quite strange and very big.

We sat on down on our seats and there was lots of loud music and noise but then my mum pointed out MoonBeam and Moon Chester and they waved at me and i was very excited. I kept calling them Moonpig !

When the game started it was very quiet and i watched the city players, my mum pointed out who each player was as my brothers told me to look out for certain players.

I started to get a bit bored and needed the toilet about 10 times. At half time my mum bought me a pie and a drink and a phoned my dad to tell him it was quite good and that i had seen Moonpig !!!! my mum kept correcting me saying Moon Beam and my brothers were laughing.
Then i thought we were going home but mum said its the 2nd half ( i wondered what she meant ) and she said there is a bit more……. then when city scored i jumped off my seat and started shouting CITY, CITY, CITY, then before i knew it we kept scoring, everyone was singing and shouting, it was really really good,

My brothers were very jealous when i got home that they had missed city winning 6-0,

They all said i was obviously the city winning mascot as the next time they played they lost.

My path to City took me (I am a little ashamed to say) through Old Trafford. I had moved to Manchester a couple of years earlier, with my initial football affiliation being to Aberdeen. The links to Manchester football were, I’m afraid, more to the Red half of the city, and the people I was living with were leaning that way. I went a couple of times, but never really got the atmosphere – agressive “we’re better than you” attitudes when playing Bury in the League cup etc. A new member of teh shared house was a Blue, and one day sugegsted coming to Maine Road – a match against Bolton, in October, and City had yet to win a match. I went, and was bitten. Famous self-depreciating humour: none of the aggressive attitudes, and Kinkladze lightening up the game. He was quickly becoming the dominant force in the team, directing players all round the pitch, and City won. I never looked back, despite relegation that season and the next, and when crying my eyes out at Wembley in 1999, I realised something had changed for life.

I was five years old and sat on my dad’s knee in the Platt Lane – 1967. Can’t remember who we were playing but I was well chuffed with the brand new wooden rattle my dad had bought me. I was ‘rattling’ away but lost a bit of direction and whacked the bloke sat in front of us at full pelt right on his bald head! He didn’t see the funny side of it but stll makes me and my dad laugh today 42 years on. Cheers Dad – always Blue!

15th October, 1960. After refereeing a school football match my father said he was taking me to watch City play Leicester City at Maine Road.

Watching from the Main Stand I was simply overwhelmed by the unbelievable noise from a crowd of over 30,000 [30,193 to be precise]. I

City won comfortably 3 – 1.

At the age of seven I was hooked. Bert Trautmann became my first City hero and I had the privilege of attending his testimonial match four years later.