I went with my old mate John West for my first City game, away at Preston North End, in a 2nd division fixture. I was supporting the team from the town of my Birth, Preston. We travelled by Maynes Coaches from Stalybridge, no car in those days. City won 4 goals to one, thanks to three goals from David Wagstaffe, who was later transferred to Wolves.
Ive been a City Fan for the last 44/45 years, thanks to Wagstaffe.

This was my first game as an 8 year old taken to see the blues by my old dad in the “real” doldrum George Poyser years when City played to home crowds of circa 15,000. We just about won this game but it was notable for the appearance of one Tony Book playing for Plymouth!!! From that day to this 44 years in total I have had blue blood in my veins and am proud to say still watching the best club in the world with my youngest daughter (8) from the family stand. She is as blue as I was all those years ago.

My first City game was on 28/11/1964 at home to Bolton Wanderers,we unfortunately lost 2-4, I had just reached my 12th birthday and my Mum allowed me to go with some school friends, we stood on the Kippax and the steps at the time seemed enormous,due to being small I did not see every minute of the game but it must of had an effect probably the ‘maine road’ thing.

It was common practice for kids to go to City home games one week and then United ones the next and eventually you chose which team you were going to follow,no contest it was City for me.

My first game is a distant childhood memory from 1964; it was a derby game against Bury on Boxing Day the first game at home after the sale of Dave Wagstaffe to Wolves. My over riding memory is of the songs being sung by the Kippax Stand faithful in protest at the sale. I was eight at the time carrying on a family tradition that went back to my Great Uncle who started watching City in the formative years. I remember little about the game it ended 0-0, I spent most of my time running around the half empty Kippax with other young kids.

My Dad and Brother were there standing in the corner between Kippax and Platt Lane with their football mates I use to sit on the top of the wall that formed the tunnel, a great seat. At one game one of the regulars suddenly realised that he had come to the game wearing his slippers! That obviously created a lot of laughter. Anyhow, it certainly hooked me, and from that point, I became a true blue although I had been from birth really. Soon Joe Mercer and Malcolm Allison came and the revolution began.

I remember coming out of Old Trafford, City having beaten them 3-1 on our way to winning the Championship and someone in the crowd said “you know for the first time ever I am actually looking forward to going to work tomorrow” and I sure knew what he meant. Obviously I’ve been lucky enough to see the best years in City’s history and I hope that they will be eclipsed and my son, a forth generation blue, will witness silverware in our trophy cabinet we has fans will have earnt it

My earliest memory of a City game is the 1964 farewell to Bert Trautman. This game came at a time when the team were struggling and yet over 60 000 turned out to say goodbye. I had been to other matches but this one sticks in my memory. A night match with the contrasting colours of turf, sky and floodlights it was unforgettable. My clearest memory is the massive pitch invasion at the end of the match. I and many others ran onto the turf just to get the most out of the evening. I clearly recall quite a few hanging from Bert’s goalposts attempting to break the bar and carry it off as a souvenir. Happy days.

11th April 1962. My late dad took me with his best mate, also sadly not with us any more. It was a wednesday night floodlit match and we played Birmingham City. I was 8 years old and so excited I couldn’t speak. We walked up through one of the old tunnels in the Kippax and thats when I saw it. I had never seen grass looking so green. The cigarette smoke was pouring up into the night sky. We lost 4 – 1 and I cried all the way home. I was hooked and have been ever since. The Saturday after we beat Villa and everything was alright again.

I was born on Stockton Street in Moss Side, where I lived until the age of 15. I was Christened & went to Ducie High School on Lloyd Street right nearby the ground. I first walked to Maine Road with a friend in 1964 when I was 8 years old. I could not afford to get in, so we waited outside the Kippax Street Stand until 3/4 time when the stewards used to open the big gates. My friend and I waited for our chance. At the first available moment we ran into the ground and up the right hand stairway.
I cannot remember who City were playing that day, but I will never forget that feeling of being a part of several thousands of fans. We won, and the cheer after the game was over was so overwhelming to me, a young impressionable boy.
I have been coming to watch City ever since. A season ticket holder for many years. I long to be able to hold my head up high again, when I say I support Manchester City.

Me, me Dad (now departed) a flask of oxo and those huge steps up to the top of the Platt Lane Stand. I was 10 years old and the moment I got to the top and saw the whole view that was it!! I was already a City fan but that was the final nail. We won 2-0 Jimmy Murray and Derek Kevan. I have been a regular home and some away attendee ever since (Vienna in 1970 for one) and no matter how hard, how poor it all gets, this is my team and I will support them till I die!!!