I’m only 7 and went to my first game 24/5/09 it was brill this is me and my big brother waiting to go

I remember my dad parking the car and walking towards the floodlights, my dad putting me in the kids queue for the Platt Lane end, the queue was much shorter than the dads, standing and waiting on the other side of the turnstyles as dad had instructed, waiting as hundreds of men with magnum style moustaches passed me, everyone looking like my dad, finally he came through and held my hand again, 10p for a programme, walkg through the tunnel in the corner and entering gods own arena for the first time, the Kippax packed, the small of piped tobacco, coloured wooden benches and dads vegatable soup at half time, full time and 6-0 to my new blue heroes, a life long love affair had begun, thank you Dad

My first game was back in the days when Steve Redmond wore the Captains armband. We were led by Mel Machin at the time, who was replaced by Howard Kendall a couple of months later. October 1989. 15 years of age. We lost 0-2 with Gordon Cowan and a young David Platt pulling the strings for the opposition.

I can’t remember my first game, is it because it was so unmemorable or is it that I am now old. Coming along with my father, something must have happened as here I am over 50 years later. Through the lows of the early 60s, the highs of the late 60s and early 70s, the so so 80s and on to the millenium. Many teams, many players, but one club, mine, yours, OURS.

my first game was rodney marsh’s debut v chelsea with tommy booth scoring the only goal.i remember climbing the old steps up to the back of the old kippax and reaching the top to be blown away by the greeness of the pitch and the whiteness of the goalposts – let battle begin! like history repeating itself with marsh in the team we stuffed everyone at home 3-0 or 4-0 at home and lost by the same scores away until he left and we were a team again – remind you of anyone!