My first City game was in December 1968 when aged 11 I was invited by my cousin to watch City play Burnley at Maine Road. What a day it was! Not only did I get to see my first live game but I got to see City rattle up seven goals with Bell, Lee, Young and Summerbee in unbeatable form. It was a day that was to shape my future and the start of a relationship which has held strong through thick and thin. Once a blue always a blue! There have been some great games over the years but none of them will have the same thrill or will sow a seed which will stay with me for ever

The mistake on this website “what’s your FIST city memory” aptly reminded me that my first city game was most notable for FISTS – Stan Bowles and Brian Kidd fighting and getting sent off during the City Youth vs Utd Youth.
can’t remember the exact date but I remember being at Maine Road like it was yesterday.Happy days – they can take the fans out of Maine Road but they’ll never take Maine Road out of the fans.

Rain stopped play. No not a tennis match but the score by which City led in a 4th round F A Cup match. My older brother took me to my first City match as a birthday treat and what an experience!
I saw Denis Law score all 6 City goals before a torrential storm and waterlogged pitch stopped the game with only 21 minutes remaining. In (then!) typical City fashion, we lost the replayed game 3-1 (with Law scoring again). It was something of a mixed blessing that having to attend school prevented me from attending the second game…….

I’ll never forget my first home game. I went with my dad or rather I took my dad because he was disabled and in a wheelchair. I was the youngest of five and my 2 brothers had escorted my dad in his little disabled mini car up until then,but as they had moved away from home my dad said “OK, Lin, it’s your turn now!” At that time there was no disabled area of the ground and football stadia were not required to provide facilities for disabled people. So we all sat on the touchline-ther were no hoardings then! City were playing Everton and we scored first quite early on in the game. I thought that we had won, not realising that they could have come back at us and equalised or even won-well, I was only very young at the time and it was my first game! In the end we did win 1-0 and what cemented my love of City and my everlasting support was that I threw the ball back to the legendary Colin Bell when it went into touch. I continued acting as “ball-girl” until sadly the disabled crowd could not sit on the touchline anymore and we were moved to the stands. My dad is no longer alive but me,my husband and 2 of our children keep flying the flag for City as season ticket holders in the South stand. He would have been proud of the way City are playing now and I am forever indebted to him for taking me all those years ago! God Bless him!

First game was City v Bury 1963, when Colin Bell made debut for Bury.As a 9 year old, I remember standing on a little fishing stool in the Scoreboard end.Harry Dowd (injured a finger and as no subs swopped with Matt Gray)Harry scored a goal and I fell off my stool – I was “hooked” for life!

in 1963 my subbuteo City were world beaters, conquering real madrid, ac milan, estudiaties, river plate. City never lost in my fantasy world!!
I was eight, a school friend invited me on a birthday treat to see city vs burnley, a wet cold floodlit night match. City lost 5-2 and went on to get relegated that year! it was typical city in the real world but it was amazing and i was hooked!! 48 years on and reality and fantasy have merged into one!!!

It was 26 Oct 1968 and I went to Maine Road to watch what I thought was the greatest team – Notts Forest. It was the first time I had been allowed to go to a big match. I was in the scoreboard end. The game ended 3 each. I then started to watch MANCHESTER CITY on a regular basis, it was the start of a very long relationship – I was hooked. Come on you Blues ( I still keep an eye out for Notts Forest but that is where it ends). I became a true blue from that day forward.

I was a nipper of 5 in Aug 1965 when my Dad took me on an adventure.It was my first visit to Maine Road and it was under the floodlights that fascinated me every time we drove past them. I dont remember too much about the game,but remember Wolves Golden shirts and the noise of the crowd,and sitting on the tunnel wall in the kippax holding on to my dad,and thinking this is the most exciting place in the world. It still is !

My dad woke me up in what seemed like the middle of the night, it was very early Saturday morning, and we were “off to Wembley”. We arrived at the Stadium at 8am and my excitement was nearly overwhelming. As the morning progressed more and more fans arrived from both City and Leicester City, the atmosphere was really building. We must have walked up and down Wembley way 3 or 4 times waiting for the gates to open. The City fans were at the tunnel end and as the stadium filled the atmosphere was electric, made the hairs on the back of your neck stand out. The game itself was a blur but I can remember the goal as if it was in slow motion. I was hooked and have been a City fan eversince. My son attends all the home games with me now and when they show the goal on the big screens in the stadium I proudly tell him “I was there and thats where my love affair with City really started”

As schoolboys my pals and I were at Maine Road autograph hunting, in those days the players trained at the stadium. Mike Simerbee came out, signed our books, we asked if any ball boys were needed, “go and ask Malcom, tell him I sent you” was the reply. So we marched up to reception, asked to see Mr Alison, we only got into his office to see the man himself! That just would not happen today, great memories.