my first city game was city versus bolton wanderers, 1966 i think the score was 4 goals to 2 to man city johnny crossan was the captain at the time, from the minute i walked into maine road i was hooked, it was full of characters in the kippax stand, that game will always be in my memory?

12 years old and my first city game was the first home game of the 1953/54 season.full of expectation and excitement,city did nt let me down they lost 4-0! thats city my dad told me,you dont know what your going to get!how true,things have nt changed much!

I was 7 and my Uncle Roy took me to the friendly against Hearts to celebrate the installation of the floodlights. “Which is our team?” I said. “The ones in Blue” was the answer. Hooked for life…

First match with my Dad and with hardly anybody in The Scoreboard End, somebody came and stood right in front of me. I told my Dad who told me to tell the bloke to which I said no, then the bloke turned round, it was my Uncle Les

My first game watching City was in 1953 when I was age 6. My elder brother Barry took me to Maine Road and we stood behind the vast number of City fans waving rattles around at the old scoreboard end. City won 3-1 but funnily enough I can only remember two players on the Charlton side! One was a cultured left half called John Hewie, I think he was South African, and the other was their goalkeeper Sam Bartram. Nevertheless a lifelong association with City was founded and still continues from my seat in the East stand. My two sons also have season tickets but I’m still waiting to introduce a grandson to the topsy turvy world of City. Incidentally I was one of the 8000 for citys lowest attendance in George Poysers days.

My first City game was against Portsmouth at Maine Road, when City won 4-1. Players like Roy Clarke Roy Paul and of course Bert Trautman played that day, but one litle fellow stuck in my mind from that game was a liitle winger called Harry Anders, he played a blinder,but then semed to vanish. But the person that became my hero along with thousands of other City fans from that era, was obviosly Bert Trautman Years later in fact 1974 after many ups and downs with I was lucky enough to marry somebody who is not only loved by me,but hundreds of City fans, Janice who nows works in the City musuem.At our wedding Roy Clarke’s daughter was Bridesmaid and in the evening Roy brought a friend of his along to the reception and who should it be but Bert Trautman. What a Day !!!!! Getting Married and my greatest Hero there . You can undrstand why I really am CITY FOR LIFE!!!

April 1953, my first visit to Maine Road. I was taken by my honoury uncle, a keen supporter himself, who chose this particular match against Preston so that I could see Tom Finney play. My most enduring memory is my first view of the pitch as we emerged at the the back of the main stand. First a surprise – the pitch was a huge piece of brown earth, not the green grass I had imagined. Then the excitement of seeing the biggest pitch, the biggest stadium and the biggest crowd I had ever seen in my life. The Kippax opposite, without a roof in those days, was packed. I can still see that picture in my minds eye and remember the buzz of excitement and anticipation around the ground, plus the sound of the Beswick Prize Band who played at every match in those days – to this day the sound of a brass band still makes me think of that day. The game? I remember nothing clearly,the sheer excitement of being there and seeing the players in the flesh probably overwhelmed me……and City lost 2-0, perhaps an appropriate start for one who was to become City fan for life.

In 1953 I was 8 when my dad first took me to CITY and introduced me to the KIPPAX for the first time. This was in spite of the fact that his elder brother ( my uncle Reuben Scott) had played for United before and after the war.

Thanks DAD I got 50 years in at main road and am still going strong in the East Stand together with your grand children and great grand children

Also thanks Dad for letting me go with my mates when you couldn`t make it. I will never forget us standing at the back of the crowd in the score board end just before KO and then being passed/rolled down to the front. We used to enjoy it so much that at half time we would work our way back up to the top move along a bit and then say ” aye Mr can you pass us down again we have had to go for a wee ” – hands in pockets of course holding on to the bus fare home.

Thanks Dad