I’m not totally sure who we were playing, but I do remember it was at Main Road, I was only a young kid, I was skipping a doctors appointment to see the match with my older brother who was a season ticket holder. I lost my voice do to being unwell about 10 mins before k.o, though i still tried to scream and shout along with the fans. the atmosphere at main road i feel is lost at COMS, it’s not the same camaraderie that I once felt. However, I’ll never forget the smells, the walk up the old concrete steps and then the view, centre of pitch mid level, and 3 goals for City, c’mon you blues!

My earliest and greatest memory as a ciy fan was outside main road(by the way i think city’s new stadium should be called new main road.)I was about 9 and in those days you could wander around outside the ground,without the security problems that you get today.I was waiting to go into block H which we always went into as Alan Oakes, mum was a dinner lady at our school and she sold me the tickets that he had been allocated to him.We were outside the ground when i felt someone put their hands on my shoulders i turned and looked up and it was Joe Mercer.I don’t think anyone believes me to this day,but it happened and it happened to me.I wonder what the great (and let’s not forget that’s what he was)Joe Mercer would have made of our great club today.

was 16, not my first game but memorable for many reasons, managed to get tickets for the replay, it was my maths o level next day so parents said i couldn’t go, so me and my friend walked to the motorway turn on, {leyland one} with a sign, “got tickets , no transport” within 5 mins a coach full of city fans stopped, went to wembley, low light of my city life was the luton game, live in australia now but still up at 2am to watch, best compliment ever was when a mate said, dave, we cann call your wife ugly, your dog a mongrel and you don’t stir, but call city and you rise up like a cut snake

As a wide eyed 10 year old, I was taken to the game by my dad’s mate, Frank Boardman.

Instant memeories…the scale of the ground…instant aromas for ever associate with maine Road and particularly the Platt Lane…pipe tobacco(Frank smoked a pipe)..so many of the fans smoked, the pies, bovril….a heady mix.

And what a game to start….City ran out winners 8-1….and the only reason Scunthorpe scored wa sbecause Harry Dowd 9who always wanted to be a plumber ) tried to head a goalbound shot around the post.
I think Murray and kevan both scored hat tricks….I was hooked.
Followed them now for 45 years and my Dad still follows them with me at the ripe old age of 98 (99 in August)…as does my son now 17.

Supporting City …pure passion.

Now had scunthorpe won….where would I be now!

yoh!!!!manchester city rule!!!

was against blackpool at maine rd i was only 5 & went with my dad,i can remember sitting down in the north stand & seeing all the fans & hearing the singing.we won 3-0 & my dad picking me up & holding me up in the air when we scored,i have been going ever since & i will not stop going no matter what,once a blue always a blue.

My first city match was against villa, I went with my dad and my sister. I didn’t really know what to expect but my sister and my dad told me I would love it. When i first saw the stadium I thought that it was amazing and I couldn’t wait to get inside. The match was great and i got to see my first goal which was scored by Johnson just after half time. The best thing about my first match was definitely the fans they really made the stadium have an electric atmosphere. Ever since that day i have been addicted to city and i don’t know what I’d do now if i missed a match!

lost 1 nil and sun ji hai scored an own goal
only true city fans come back after that!

City had won the second division title the year before and were promoted. My dad (united fan) said if city got promoted i could go to watch them at home if i went to Old Trafford with him, In the end i went with friends to city only and the season after we won the league. The Burnley game was a my 5th birthday treat. we won 3-2 Photo is of Me,Ian Bunting(brother in law) and Phil Bunting Nephew

I watched my first City game on norwegian TV in 1975. City in their beautiful skyblue shirts won 4-0 against Wolves. I was eight years old and had found my favourite club.

Baard Egil Dyrhol