When I was young my Mam would not let me go to the footie. I remember my first game like it was yesterday. Me and a mate wnet to Maine Road to watch the Blues v Boro. I was only 14 and did not know what to expect. We walked up the stairs at the back of the Kippax and saw the pitch for the 1st time, a truely awesome sight. We sat on the bar over the old Piccadilly radio 261 sign but a lesson was soon to be learnt. Booth opened the scoring with and the crowd surged forward. I was pushhed off the bar and fell on some poor bloke. I apolgised and ran back to my mate. I never sat on the bars again. Gerry Armstrong (I Think) score two for Boro and it looked all over. We left the ground about five minutes before the end only to hear a massive roar. We ran back in through the gates between the Main & North Stands to see the players congratualting Tueart. My love for CITY took on a whole new dimension. My Mam found out that I had been to the game and grounded me. It had a happy ending though as she made mt Dad take me from thern on. Needless to say 30 years on I nearly always stay to the final whistle.

I was 14 at the time and my friend asked me if i wanted to go to the match. I said yes. Little did i know it was Man City v United. It was my first match and the atmosphere was unreal. I can remember being stood in the Kippax when City scored(Clive Wilson), it felt like my feet didn’nt touch the floor for ten minutes. My friend who was a bit bigger than me, could see me struggling to see.He swapped places just as wayward ball hit him in the face.
I’ve been a City fan ever since. My son and I are now season ticket holders.

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The first memory I have of going to see City was with my Dad in 1996 when I was 11. It was against Liverpool and was the last game of the season. City were facing relegation and after going 2-0 down, we fought back to 2-2.

I remember seeing the players taking the ball up to the corner flag to play out time, so we just assumed the other teams were losing too. We were sat in the main stand behind the tunnel and suddenly, we saw Niall Quinn, who’d just been subbed, running out towards the pitch shouting something and waving his arms. I didn’t have a clue what was going on but everyone else started getting up from their seats and shouting too. My Dad explained to me what was happening, we needed a win but the players think a draw is enough. I’ve never since seen anyone display what Big Niall displayed that day. True passion for the club.

The game ended with us being relegated. It was the first time I’d seen City and I was absolutely devastated. I thought I was a jinx and cried all the way home.

My Dad cheered me up with a McDonalds on the way home if I promised not to tell Mum (who had already starting cooking tea).

I’ll never forget what he said to reassure me that day.

“Don’t worry Son, we’ll be back. This is the best Club in the world and there are no fans like ours, so there’s no way we’ll stay down. We’ll be back soon, bigger and stronger than ever”

Dad was right.

Me, my sister, my mum and my dad went together.All I can remember about the match is that it was 1-0 to porto and the goal was staight from a corner.

My first Game.
I am 40+ yrs and have supported city for over 30 yrs.
I was so excited when my wife gave me tickets to see my very first city game (30yrs to late).
The game was close for the first 10 min with the away team the better. City took hold and I was on the edge of my seat.
The game had everything 40+ yard Celebrations!!, goles and most of all a well deserved victory. What a first game

Sometime in 1963 / 64. My Dad had been promising my brother and I that he would take us to see ‘City’, for some time. My elder brother Paul and I caught the bus from our home in Northenden to my aunty’s house in Platt Lane, very close to Maine Road. We were very young, I was about 7 or 8 years old. After various members of our family met up we walked the short distance to the turnstiles at the Platt Lane Stand where we joined a long line of city fans. I remember the police horses walking past and along the lines and how people loved to stroke the noses of those huge animals, well when your less than 5 feet tall they look very big!. When we all eventually got through the the turnstiles and Dad bought a programme, we walked through a tunnel towards the pitch and the seats of the Platt Lane Stand. This is the moment that caught my breath away, the sight of the huge crowd in the Kippax Street stand was an experience that left such a lasting impression on my young mind. Although I cannot remember who City were playing that day I do recall that it was one of Bernhard Carl “Bert” Trautmann, OBE (born 22 October 1923)last appearances in a City jersey. I also recall that City were playing in the ‘old’ 2nd division. I have remained a loyal city fan through the years. Sadly my aunty and most of the people who went to that game are watching from another ‘elevated view’ but I thank them for taking me to see City and providing me with a lifelong passion. What a great day, thanks Dad

It was Xmas 2009 and I wanted to give my dad a really big present, that he would never forget, and as he was and still is a huge City fan, I thought of no better present than 2 tickets to any man city game he liked…………..
A few days later he rang up the box office and got us 2 tickets and upgraded as to the Citizens’ Suite and that was that.

We arrived at the city of Manchester stadium 3 hours before kickoff, and so we went right away into the city store and bought ourselves the latest home kits and a scarf for myself………

We finally came to the door of the Citizens’ Suite and a very nice women checked are tickets and we were allowed to go though………. after the meal, the guy who was presenting the afternoon, told us that kick off was just a matter of minutes away, and so we both walked, just like city players out of the gateway to the stand and took are seats among the thousands of fans that had turned out to see the game with us.

 I could not believe it that I first city game would have seen Carlos Tevez smash another ball home from the spot, and I knew from the minute the whistle went for the spot kick, I just knew that city would be a goal up, as Tevez had nether missed a spot kick, and would never

Although I had been to one or two games before this is the first one I really remember – the 1981 FA Cup Final – I was awoken by my father at 6am, and shouted at him for waking me up as i knew i couldn’t go to the game as i didn’t have a ticket. My dad laughed and shoved a ticket into my face and said ‘well if you don’t want to go i’ll give your ticket to someone else!! I got washed and dressed in double quick time….then on the coach as we arrived in London we saw a cockeral (it was really a man dressed up) and the whole coach started singing ‘get him stuffed, get him stuffed, get him stuffed’ It was my first song as a city fan. Then Hutch scored at both ends and the rest is history!!

My first game watching City’s first team was against Wigan, who were then a nn league team. The North stand at Maine Rd was a large lump of earth. I sat in the front of the main stand with my dad and I watched City win 1 – 0. I was 6 and a half. I remember the game because we had coffee with rum in it to warm us up on a cold winters day. Great memories. Sadly my dad isn’t here any more but I know he will be watching all the goings on at City.

I’ll always remember this game as the first time I fell in love with Manchester City at the age of 11.

I was mesmerised by the ramshackled homeliness of Maine Road, of the rattle of Big Helen Turner’s bell and of my dads infectious enthusiasm, but nothing could prepare me for the comical situation City found themselves in when Tony Coton brought down the ever dangerous Dean Saunders and saw red. Without a sub keeper, Quinny had to go in goal. He couldnt look less like a goalkeeper – and his face was a picture! The Quinn snarl we called it!

He’d already scored in the game and now he was donning the gloves. We’d be lucky to get a draw now I thought.

Nope…none of it. Like the legend he was the great man flung himself to his left and saved the penalty like he was Dino Zoff!

The game had everything, emotion, ecstacy and the prevailing feeling of ‘we’ve blown it’ only for City to make us feel stupid for ever doubting them. We went on to win 2.1, despite Quinny blundering a late cross to let Mick Harford pull one back and ensure the final ten minutes were the customary nail biting panic stricken purgatory!

These moments of insanity, of desperate measures and of ultimate joy in the face of despair are what being a City fan is all about. And on that day, for me, there was no looking back.

….The seeds were well and truly sewn!