I had a great day out but alas we got beat by chelsea who went on to win the trophy. i was amazed by the crowd and the passion, and i have been hooked ever since. its like a drug, i have been all over the world with city, inc canada usa and thailand china all of europe. Thank you for the experiences

my very first game was a do or die match against david pleat’s luton. I was 9 nine years old and my older brother took me into the kippax. I just remember the green grass looking so bright from the top of the stand…like a big t.v screen. I didn’t really understand the importance of the match but knew city had to win. As the game went on some lad asked me what time it was as i had on a brand new watch..but couldn’t tell the time properly…at that moment a luton player hit the ball into the net past alex williams..i just remember peoples faces..at the end there were loads of people on the pitch and police everywhere.on the way home there were grown men sat on the pavements crying..i watched it again on t.v that night.it was a introduction to Manchester city that i will never forget…had a season ticket for most seasons since..

My first memory of a game at Maine Road was the FA Cup 6th Round in 1969. We played Spurs and won 1-0 with a Franny Lee goal. I went with my mates from next door, down on the 41 bus from Sale Moor. We got in the ground 90 minutes before kick-off and explored the Kippax, reading the programme and drinking juice.

We watched the game from the very back of the stand, up on the steel framework, holding onto the roof supports and twisting our shoes on the spikes that were meant to prevent anyone climbing up.

My mum went mental when she found big holes in the heels of my school shoes, the following Monday! It didn’t stop us doing the same thing every week until we were tall enough to see the match from among the crowd, though.

I went with my old mate John West for my first City game, away at Preston North End, in a 2nd division fixture. I was supporting the team from the town of my Birth, Preston. We travelled by Maynes Coaches from Stalybridge, no car in those days. City won 4 goals to one, thanks to three goals from David Wagstaffe, who was later transferred to Wolves.
Ive been a City Fan for the last 44/45 years, thanks to Wagstaffe.

My first match as an 18 year old was at a packed Maine Road on the 26th of December 1977. It was the first time I was over in Manchester after starting to support the club a year before. The journey up to the North was one to remember. A stormy boat trip that got me seasick, no public transport from Harwich to Manchester, being dropped in London, arranging a lift with a few lads who were also going North, and getting of at an empty Manchester Piccadilly 28 hours after I left home in the Netherlands.
City played Newcastle and one mr. Colin Bell made his long awaited return from injury. As a small guy I didn’t get to see a lot from deep inside the Kippax, but the roaring was so immense. Than at half time with the score 0-0, Colin Bell came on and made the game historical for everyone inside the ground. I still can’t believe that particular game was my first and, so far, the best I can remember. How lucky I was (and still am) to be a Manchester City-fan.

My first city game made me a blue, when i was ten years old. (i’m now 31) We travelled over from Dublin, with the football team and this was the first match we saw v Everton. The bell lady was in full swing, that was the clearest memory i have, i cant remember who scored but i know we won 1-0. I still have the match ticket and have it signed by a few players as well. I have been a blue ever since and have been a season ticket holder for a few years. but i’ve been over a few times every year since 1990. I could never imagine the journey that i would be brought on following this great football club. love it. CTID.

This was my first game as an 8 year old taken to see the blues by my old dad in the “real” doldrum George Poyser years when City played to home crowds of circa 15,000. We just about won this game but it was notable for the appearance of one Tony Book playing for Plymouth!!! From that day to this 44 years in total I have had blue blood in my veins and am proud to say still watching the best club in the world with my youngest daughter (8) from the family stand. She is as blue as I was all those years ago.

I remember certain things from my first visit to Maine Road. We lived in Halifax and my Grandad who lived around the corner from Maine Road came to pick me and my dad up as we did not have a car at the time. I was sat on the old red benches in the Platt lane stand. Big Joe was in goals and we beat Birmingham City 4-2. I cannot remember the year but I think it was around 1983. Maybe someone can help me out with the year !!

I will always remember my first visit to Maine Road. August 1979. City played host to Brighton. City won 3-2. Mick Channon scored at least once for City. U was living in Torquay and had supported The Mighty Blues since 1968. Never ever ever looked back. Come on you Blues. Keep the Faith.

The date is etched in my memory. I was 9, recovering from polio, and all my mates were taking an interest in football and talking of heroes like Bert Trautmann who I had never heard of before. I thought I should take an interest too and asked my dad if he would take me to a match. He checked the paper and I think was pleased to note that the local home game the next week was at Maine Road and he would be taking me to see the team he had also supported as a lad.
As we approached the ground and sat in the main stand I got a strange, pleasant feeling of excitement in the pit of my stomach, which I still get even today. Dad bought me a programme and as I read the teamsheet I was amazed to see the first name “Trautmann” – I watched his every move and decided then that I would become a goalkeeper too!
It was a rain-sodden day, a relegation battle against Aston Villa, managed (although I didn’t know it at the time) by Joe Mercer. I was transfixed to see how my dad got so animated when City were launching an attack! It finished a goalless draw in front of a 39,000 crowd – I had never seen or imagined so many people in one place before!
I was totally hooked, and have been since eternally grateful that when my dad looked in the paper for the next fixtures it had not been United who had been playing at home that day!