My first game was the last game of the 1959-60 season against Burnley. I was 11 years old and cycled from Sale with two older friends, storing our cycles in the back yard of a house on Maine Road.
Burnley won the match and clinched the first division title.
I stood at the front of the old scoreboard end terraces and was over-awed by the size and noise of the crowd.
My hero, Bert Trautmann was in goal for City and I remember Burnley had a blond haired centre forward called Ray Pointer, who was their best player.

I was about 7 yr old in the early 60’s and my next door neighbour, Mr Wilson had taken me to my first game against either Stoke or Blackpool.

The one thing about this game that sticks in my mind was not the great atmosphere or the beautiful old ground but the fact that when the game started, due to my lack of height,he sat me on one of the metal stantions in the Scoreboard End. After 45 minutes of my legs dangling there, he lifted me down so we could all toddle off and get a Bovril but I was going nowhere. I had the most serious case of pins & needles in both legs and could not stand up let alone walk. By the time I had some feeling back in my legs it was time for the 2nd half and he tried putting me up there again!! There was no way I was going back on that stantion so I ended up standing up and not being able to see through the masses missed the rest of the game but have not missed many since.

I have him to ‘thank’ for putting me through more pain down the years but also for some glorious memories watching the Boy’s in Blue.