My very first trip to Manchester was to watch the game against M’boro on October 7th 2007. Went to the CityStore first and met Chairman, he was very nice and he had time to greet everyone.
After went inside the stadium and watched the game, the Man City fan keep singing and chanting through out the game, the atmosphere like this was fantastic. I never experienced such an atmosphere by watching any football game like this before.

The home Central League match against Coventry City in 1979, will always mark, for one three year old who was in the crowd, a seminal life changing event.
The tightly packed streets that surrounded Maine Road, disguised a huge stadium, who’s floodlight reached further than I could see. In the ground the maze of corridors, and the smell of Bovril greeted me. I then climbed the steps to be met by an ocean of luscious green, and a huge bowl of terraces and seats. I don’t know what the score was or what players played that day, but what I do know is that I instantly fell in love, with a team that could infuriate me, put me in ecstacy, make me laugh, make me cry-but a team I could never leave, I would always be a blue.

As a yorkshire lad I wasn’t able to go see City until this game. My Mother’s boyfriend (a Leeds fan) brought me to see the game. I had always hated Leeds more than any other team and it really hurt that we lost 1-0. It was a brilliant experience for me though and it is impossible to describe my feelings as I went through the tunnel to the Kippax. Peter Barnes was the young superstar at City, but my hero from those times was Dennis Tuart. I was 14 at the time, by the end of the season I was a regular at Maine Road and a season ticket holder the year after

My Mummy and Daddy took me to my first game and it was against Aston Villa last year and we won 1-0. My Dad told me that Michael Johnson scored. I missed the goal coz I was eating sweeties in the forecourt at the time.

My first City game was like my first cigarette. Unpleasant, bewildering, forbidden by my family and most definitely not good for my health, but I could never be without them again!

At home to Ipswich in August 1996 we won 1 nil and the football was poor. Apart from a 25th minute Lomas goal nothing much happened to encourage the 29,000 in attendance…as if they needed it! The Maine Road atmosphere was electric, the numbers were high following relegation and the songs were flowing and humorous – the pitch was as green as anything I had ever seen in my life!

Forget trophies, superstars, Panini Cards and hat-tricks this was real life. Id made 29,000 friends in one day and I couldnt wait to meet up again! I wouldnt have swapped places with anyone in the whole world that day. Its now 12 years on and if your anything like me… I’ll be seeing you at weekend! Come on City!!!

I was about 10 years old and I lived in Old Trafford so in theory I should have been a United fan. I had only ever been to 1 match before over at United’s ground. The memories of that day somehow were not cemented in my mind.

By chance of luck a staunch City fan managed to get me a ticket for a match at Maine road and I went along with him. It was a fantastic day when I watch City put 6 past Coventry and from then on in I was known as the lucky mascot. It seemed for years that whenever I went to a match City would win and win convincingly.

I can still see a City fan to this day gesturing toward the coventry fans as he held up his hands to simulate 6 – 1 to the Mighty City.

City till I die….

The first game I can remember going to was the final home fixture of the 93/94 season against Chelsea. The Kippax was to be knocked down for an all seater stand so it was an emotional day for many. I can remember having my face painted with my cousins in blue and white before the game, i’d been looking forward to it for ages. We were right down at the front of the Kippax and I remember my cousin jumping up on the wall to shake Rosler’s hand at the end of the game, I was 7 years old.

my first game – newcastle at home in the 60s. went with a friend of the family who
was a wartime refugee from guernsey who never went back and stayed in middlewich. went to watch city in a little fiat 500
and stood on the kippax. neil young scored the only goal and i was hooked. i have been going ever since and always will until the day i die.

My friend David Wright asked me if i wanted to go to the City game against Mansfield, it was a really cold night and my mum did not want me to go as i was only 9 years old! She agreed when to let me go as Davids uncle was taking us. I was really excited and got wrapped up warm. We drove down and the first thing we could see were the floodlights and the fans walking down. We got parked up and took the short walk to the match, there were thousands of fans outside the ground as we walked round to the kippax, we went through the turnstiles and I looked up at the stairs which seemed to go on and on forever. we went in and I was lifted up to sit on the big white wall at the side of the tunnel with a big drop on the other side. The noise sounded deafening to me when we scored! We won 4-2 and went on to lift the trophy. I was completely hooked and will never forget the feeling of not knowing what was going to happen, nothing has changed!!!

Coming down to Maine Road from Glasgow for the first time with my dad i remember heading to the main entrance where my dad had told me i could catch a glimpse of my hereos, the atmosphere as the players turned up to the stadium was absolutely amazing, it wasnt the best season but the passion you felt in Maine Road made sure City where in my heart forever. City till i die.