I travelled from Glossop on the train with my close friend Eric – we still meet up at each home game even though we live 200 miles apart – and got the bus to the ground from Aytoun Street. The game was against Birmingham City and lasted about half an hour because of a waterlogged pitch! The score was 1-1. The whole day out cost me less than 10/-d (50p). The good old days!!

I can still remember my first live game back in 1958. I was 10 at the time. It was at Maine Road and I remember standing in the open section between the Kippax and the Platt Lane stand with my school chum, Graham Todd.
It was against man utd and was the ” debut match ” of the original ” Golden Boy ” Albert Quixhall who utd bought for a then record fee of £45,000 from Sheff Wed. CITY won the game 3-1. George Hannah, who CITY bought from Notts County scored 2 Goals and Joe Hayes, with his famous bandy legs, scored the other. Some pillock in a red shirt scored utd’s goal.

the first match I attended was a night game at Maine road in the autumn 09 1958 City 1 Luton 2FROM THIS MAGICAL MOMENT I WAS HOOKED Every home game i paid my tanner for school boys yes 21/2 pence. I saw stars like HAYES,BARLOW, SAMBROOKE, HANNA,BETTS LEVIER AND OF COURSE MY GREAT HERO BERT TRAUTMAN AND EVER SINCE MY HEART STILL MISSES ABEAT AT THE START OF EVERY GAME

Can’t remember the exact game but my early memories are of Joe Hayes with his brilliant dribbling & Bert Trautmann. Like many of the supporters from that era have said, Bert was the ultimate hero and surely kept us from relegation for a number of seasons. What about a statue of him outside the ground ??

I remember my first game very well and would like to write about it, but I forget exactly when it was and the final score! It was away at Preston in the late 50s. We won and scoreed 5 I think it was 5 -1. We had George Hannah, and Billy Macadam scored – maybe a hat trick, not sure. If you have anyone who could kindly fill in the details for me I would be thrilled.

the first match I went to was with my dad on the 29th April 1959 aged 11, against Leicester. We were in the Main Stand. All I can remember is We had to win our match and Aston Villa had to lose against West Bromwich Albion. There match kicked off 15 min earlier than ours and I remember a man kept us informed by running up the steps to the scoreboard and putting the latest score up. I will never forget the atmosphere and especially the noise when it was announced that Villa had been beaten. I went to a couple of more games with my dad the following season( he couldn’t afford a seat all the time and would not take me to the standing part.Sadly he died in the January of 1961 and I talked my mam into letting me go on my own in the February of that year. I have been going to City ever since, My daughter has been going since she was 3 and now my two grandchildren go. I still look back on my first match and thank my dad for taking me.

I would only have been 8 years old when my uncle took to me my first game at Maine Road. Kinders coach from Dukinfield and a cold wet day for Blackburn Rovers. The score 4 – 0 for City and Colin Barlow scored two. I remeber sitting on a tunnel at the Platt Lane end and that was it I was hooked. My heroes at the time Bert and Billy McAdams and I also went to Leeds for my first away game when dennis Law made his debut. If I had a pound for every Blues game sine I’d be rich. Last game before migrating to Australia Fowlers missed pen at home to Middlesboro the sort of game that summed up being a City fan.

At the tender age of 7 I was finally deemed old, wise and mature enough to go to Maine Road with my dad and grandad – both long standing season ticket holders. Up to then I had to stay with my sister at my Grandma’s greengrocers shop on Dikenson Raod in Rusholme (just opposite the old church which the BBC used for recording). We played on the orange boxes while the grown ups went to the match.

But it all changed one dark Wednesday evening when I went to see City play West Ham. The young kids were all placed on the wall at the bottom of the Kippax by the pitch. “Stay there son: I’ll come back at the end” said my Dad and off he went up into the dark imposing mass of bodies in the old stand.
Can’t tell you what the score was ! .. but I remember the ref. coming over to the pitch side and telling off a WHU fan who sounded just like Alf Garnett. “Come on you B***** Hammers!” he kept chanting. That was seen as bad language in those days. How times have changed … but some things have never changed … the City roller coaster goes on .. and i’m hanging on to it !

I was only 8 years old and I remember somethings like they were only yesterday, I went to my fist City game in the Kippax with my father, I spent most of the game on his shoulders. We played a team in red and white stripes but I’m not sure who it was. I was totally in ore, pipe tobacco and Fiery Jack. This is your local team my father said, it’s mine and yours and Gran dads too God bless him!