City V Liverpool late 70’s @ maine rd, my dad took me and my brother to the match, of the my dad suit and tie wearing generation, decided to take us in one of the packed all standing terraces, we entered up the stairs, over the top and down into the crowded stand, trying to get a better view, we all moved down and forward, suddenly, the crowd surged forward, with nothing to hold on to we all fell forward in the push, then, someone pushed my dad from the back, naturally, he leant forward steadying himself on the person in front to prevent falling and some sheister dipped into his jacket pocket and had his wallet away. My dad went to the nearest bobby, who just looked at him in disbelief with 2,000 people to accuse, what could he do?? My dad never took us to another match, but I later started to go with my older brother to see Lou Macari, Joe Jordan play for Man Utd. I kept the faith though and I’m still a Blue.

I’m Canadian and a huge supporter of Man City. While I was there, I went to my first City game…it was unlike anything I’d ever experienced; the passion and devotion of the fans was incredible, the atmosphere and the mood kept you pumped and alive for whatever happened next. The players were amazing, giving everything they had into the game, but as much as they make it, the fans make it just as much. It was better than any sports game you can go to in Canada. City fans are by the far the best! and I can say that from a first hand experience.

Xmas 1957 was not the first time I had been to Maine Rd but it’s the first memory. Two all draw. Abiding memory is the crowd. 70,thousand. City scored 104 goals that year but let in 100 finishing 5th

21/04/1979

City 3 QPR 1 (Own 2, silkman).

Have very vague recollections of the game think Gary Owen scored at the Platt Lane End and it was a sunny day however and i was perched on one of the wall of one of the two exit tunnels at the North stand end of the Kippax, i do recall being astonished by the size of the Wagon Wheels and the enormous bags of crisps and i think kia ora drinks, Burger carts outside the ground which would fail every health and safety and hygiene law these days, a fantastic glossy programme and the crowds at the end and the absolute bottleneck at the kippax meets the North stand and the Pink final van ..fantastic memories.

My first game was City V Spurs, it was Christmas present of my cousin. I sat in the old North Stand, near enough the same place I sit now at Eastlands. Paul Walsh and Gazza played for them at the time. I can not remember the score but have been hooked ever since. I have hooked my 2 year old son as well.

On a day i will always remember, my father (a Spurs fan) took me to the 1955 cup final. It was the day Jackie Milburn was on fire and scored two for Newcastle. How do you tell a heartbroken 9 year old its only a game.

This was the first City match I took my son Luke to watch when he was just a few weeks short of his third birthday. The game was pretty mundane with both teams showing a lot of commitment but short on quality and finished 0-0. Joe Royle was our manager at the time and Bournemouth were managed by ex-City boss Mel Machin. Towards the end Jamie Pollock was sent off and in injury time Kevin Horlock bizarrely received a second yellow card for “aggressive walking”. My son was more interested in his crisps and chocolate than the game. At half time I remember taking him to the first aid post to change his nappy! I am pleased that my lad grew up in Dad’s footsteps to become an avid City fan!

Special treat from my Gran -watching the FA Cup win over Leicester on (black + white)telly by myself because all the other kids in our street were reds. Not me though!

Another special memory – when we were in the 2nd Div. Four of us used to get tickets together (before we had season tickets), used to take it in turns to buy ‘em. Except Anne. So one day I said that if she ever went for the tickets I’d show my backside in the Platt Lane end. Was at work when the phone went. It was Anne, at Maine Road ticket office…..

My 1st game was City v Norwich on boxing day 1989. City won 1-0 and I was sitting in the North Stand with my Dad. I have been going ever since!!

At the time, like most lads who knew nothing about football, I supported United. My best pal was a City supporter who was taken to matches at Maine Road by his mother.
On one occasion, they dragged me along to a game against the mighty Billy Wright and his Wolves team. I went along to see City beaten. After about twenty minutes, City led 3-0 but Wolves scored just before half-time. The final score was City 4 Wolves 6 (six) !!!!
I went to more games at Maine Road during the following years and at the start of their relegation season 1962-63, I saw the light and declared to the world that from then on, I would support City. I attended every match played at Maine Road involving the first team until I missed the goalless Nottingham Forest game in 1977.