daddy and grandad took me to my first game against milan i loved it i’m hooked 4 life now love all the singing and the food! blue army!

i was sat in the north stand with my dad and i was so nervous and it got worse when fighting broke out but when play started again city destroyed united 5-1 hinchcliffe with the best of the goals! when i got home i played football on the local field with my mates recreating all the goals even hughes goal! city til i die

I was 10 days old when I went to my first City game. 17-08-94, West Ham. I was told I slept through the whole game, which is a shame! It just feels good to know that I’ve always been a fan, even from the youngest age possible. I wonder if it’s some sort of record..

Me and my brother Jenson (age 5) went to see City v Middlesborough. Dad said it would be great, Robinho might score, the crowd would be singing but I was looking forward to the hot dogs and pies. We got to the ground and had our food which was great. City won and all I could think about as we came out was not the pies but the taste of victory (dad helped me with this bit). Bailey (age 7).

I was 9 years old when I went to see my first CITY match. It was Tommy Booth’s testimonial in 1981 (cup winners of 69 verses cup finalists of 81), and my dad took me and my friend Lee Riley. I remember being at the front of the kippax sat on the wall. I just saw all these goals go in and loved every minute of it. I think it ended up 9-2, and Tommy played one half for each team. I was hooked, and I now I watch CITY with my son.

Tony Mayor

My name is Anya and Im 10 yrs old. My dad is a city supporter and my mother is a man utd supporter. And ever since I remember they both want me to suport there teams. We moved to tenerife 5 yrs ago but only two weeks ago we went to see city train here. It was wonderful as you can imagine my dad was very happy. The last time he went to watch city was against stockport county.

For ages I have had to try and keep them both happy saying i suport both teams.

That is until they came here to tenerife for training.

We went up to the coach where it was parked me my father and another man the team came out Elano had a picture with me and gave me his autograph it was great.

Just to say i know it isant much but that is my first manchester city experiance.

Im the little one at the bottom of the picture..

Although a blue since childhood, coming from the North East it was not until I was serving in the RAF and posted close enough did I get the chance to see my first live game.
Along with a friend and fellow blue we managed to arrived at Maine Road late for the game.
We already had tickets for the Kippax and rushed in full of excitement and expectation but being only 5′6″ in a crowd bursting at the seams I did not see much live action and had to rely on my mate Tony at 6′ to give me commentary.
We eventually lost 3-0 I saw little of the game didn’t see any of the goals but what an atmosphere!!
I have since travelled to many a game both home and away all due to that first match experience!
I now have 3 daughters all with blue blood and all with their own stories to tell!

My first taste of live football was in the 70s. My late father was a great football fan and supported Plymouth Argyle. I became a footbll fan watching the 1966 world cup with Dad.
City played Plymouth Argyle in a cup match and I was so excited because Dad took me to see it – my first live game. Naturally I supported City because Dad supported Argyle. I can’t remember the date but it would have been in the late 60s, early 70s.I have supported City ever since. My favourite players were Francis Lee and Colin Bell. I had a real schoolgirl crush on Frannie and sent him valentine cards. The club always replied on his behalf and sent me team autographs. (he never replied personally much to my disappointment!)
I don’t get the chance to go to live games much these days, but am excited because I shall be coming to the last game of the season against Bolton. my first trip to the new stadium!! Perhaps Frannie can be there to meet me??!!

I was born in to a Blue Family and my first City game was in 1951, when I was 5. My Grandpa and I took the bus from Withington. I had to go in, on my own, through the Ladies and Boys turnstile, and wait inside for what seemed an awfully long time until he came to collect me from his entrance. He sat me on top of an iron barrier so I could see and I have never forgotten that day.

The family tradition rolls on. Wednesday 18th May 1966- Division 2 last home game of the season Southampton at Home result 0-0. My first game – I was aged 12! Do I remember it- not much: –
a)I went with my Father
b)We sat in the Platt Lane
So why did I start to go to Maine Road, week in week out after that?
It is in the blood – at the time of going to that first game my father took great delight in pointing out the seat he used to call his own in the Directors box and that our Uncle Wilf was the only Manager of City to win the First Division Championship – back in 1937- No other Manager had achieved it since.
I was proud of what a member of my family had achieved- I wanted to watch City again next season and I did, watching Joe Mercer eventually emulate Uncle Wilfs achievement and then surpass it with all the other trophies that followed over the next few seasons.
Taking my son/daughter to their first games – now I remember those more. What did I do – I pointed out where I sat with my father for my first game – I pointed out where their Granddad used to sit in the Directors box when he was a boy and told them about Great Uncle Wilf. They were proud – they wanted to watch City again the following week and the next season – and we all still do. My daughter has married a City Season ticket holder – Anything else would be unthinkable. The family tradition rolls on.