City v charlton started at 3:00 the thing i most remember was the singing and the big banana’s we won 1 – 0. After the game all you could here was – hark now here the city sing united ran away…

My everlasting memory of Manchester City was the whole experience of going to Maine Road. Walking up a couple of hours before the match to do mind your car whilst my dad was in the Buzz of the Bee pub by the ground. My dad walking up to get me so we could get chippy from the corner, the Chippy was still there when we moved out of the ground. Standing in the Kippax and climbing the stantion so I could see the match. Climbing over the corner of the Kippax wall to avoid the crush of the crowds getting out and walking with the mass of the crowds leaving the ground. Watchin Manchester City wasn’t just turning up in a car it was a whole day event. Father and Son bonding, Chips from the chippy which we could rarely afford during the week. The year would be around 75-76 and I loved spending the time with my dad watching Manchester City at Maine Road.

My first match was the season after City lost to Newcastle in the 1955 FA Cup Final. I watched it on a small black and white TV and supported City that day. After a few tears my father promised to take me to a live game the next season. I can’t even remember who it was against but I remember standing in the corner by the north bank and watching Nobby Clark take the corners only a few feet away and to this day can remember most of the team…for me they became legends…Bert Trautman, Roy Paul, Joe Hayes,Dave Ewing and the rest. That day I became a City supporter for life. Now my children and their children all support the Blues even though some of them live in London. No game could have a greater impact on a seven year old.

I remember this game all too clearly, I had a £10 bet on City to win 4-1 with Pearce to score the last goal at 150-1. When Super Ali Bernarbia deliberately chipped the ball against their defender and appealed for the penalty my mates thought I had written the script, Beasant tells Pearce to just hit the target and I was already planning how to spend my winnings BUT it just wouldn’t be City if Pearce had scored would it! I have the photo of me with 3 mates holding the Div 1 Championship Trophy on my wall from that day as a daily reminder so it was still a great day which involved copious amounts of beer and Port.

An expectant 9yr
old turning up to Maine Road on an autumn day to watch his team play the winners of the European Cup in Rome in May 1977. Well they may have had Clemence, Hansen, Daglish and others… yet they were no match for Barnes jinking runs and goals by Kidd, Channon and Royle. Channons famous goal celebration was icing on the cake. I never looked back after that…

My dad took me to a pre-season friendly away to Oldham and I remember him saying we were off to watch the world’s best footballer.
George Weah played well and City won but the highlight for me was getting Nicky Weaver’s autograph.

back in 1994, 2 weeks after being born my first game watchimg man city from the old family stand. At main road the home of my newly blue heros and still continueing on and on, Watching the new superstars playing from eastlands

My dad got two tickets for the League Cup game and said that I could only go if my cousin Bev would sit with me. I was 12 and she was a couple of years older. The tickets were for the North Stand Block T, while my dad was sat in his usual seat in the Main Stand and therefore thought it would be better to have someone older with me. It was absolutely fantastic and I’ve hardly missed a home game since! Four goals, and I think most of them were at our end! I was hooked. Even though I don’t seem to remember being among a packed block of supporters, the atmosphere was exhilirating. Denis Tueart became our instant hero. The whole night was glorious, from setting off in the car, walking to the ground, going through the turnstiles and cheering the players coming out, watching the football and joining in the songs, the half-time opportunity to tucking into some food, just brilliant. The only disappointing thing was that the final whistle went and it was time to go home! I still feel like that today (mostly). My dad followed up that ticket with several others, but I missed out on Wembley on February 28, 1976. He bought me my first season ticket and thought it was just a phase I was going through. It’s a really long phase which I don’t think has an expiry date. Come on you Blues!

As a life long Swindon Town supporter my first game at City was on 27 August 1997 as an away supporter. By the time City had scored their sixth, with one from former idol, Kevin Horlock,I was hooked and had decided to seek to move to the area.
Now over 60, the 470 mile round trip is always a pleasure to support City in such exciting times.

MY FIRST MANCHETSER CITY GAME WAS MANCHESTER CITY VS STOKE CITY WHEN I WAS 8 YEARS OLD I WENT WITH MY DAD AND WE WON 2-1 IT WAS THE BEST DAY OF MY LIFE BECAUSE WE WON AND I GOT A NEW CITY TOP WITH MY NAME ON THE BACK AND I GOT A PIE

TOM MITCHELL FROM MANCHESTER