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 !

The Holy Trinity of Bell,Summerbee & Lee, Lake what a player that we lossed, 1999 Wembley, we had to win there was no escape plan, Dicky,Horlock Weaves and of course the man for the moment, often forgotten but we see our Dunnie as a colosuss, well I can tell you the one guy guy that dragged us through those dark times and the manager that we owe oh so much to, Joe Royle and Andy Morrison, the toughest pair of City player and manager ever, they had to be. Div 2 nothing to look forward to but blood, sweat toil and tears, ‘we are not we’re not really here’ Rain, wind and standing in a tatty old stand with no roof as such(sorry Macc) Macclesfield Town FC in 1998/99 season. That brought a lot of realities home, what was gods club doing here, well he was bringing us down to earth just so we could appreciate what we now have. To City I raise my glass, you know how to entertain in life never fully up and never fully down but never far away from either. You are my City, my only City from Maine Road. CTID all my family and me. Gary Williams

My first memory of seeing City was at Maine Road in the winter of 65 we were at home to Preston NE, and Alan Ogley was in Nets, it was freezing cold the pitch was white and the ball was more red than orange. I think my Dad thought he would cure me from asking to go again, It did not work I was hooked, even at 6 yaers of age I knew that I would always belong to City, The following season was the start of more frequesnt visits and of course the start of the Mercer Era, The atmosphere of going to the match, the magic feeling of walking down those low ceilinged tunnels on to to the Kippax, only a blue would know. Godleyblue

I had only ever been to watch one football game,at Old Trafford, a cup replay, United v Stoke, a friend of my Dad’s got me a free ticket in the Stoke end, I wasn’t overly impressed.
In 1965, Phil Blinkhorn, a school friend asked me to go to Maine Road with him to watch a League Cup game against Coventry. We stood in the Kippax..I had found my home!!! We lost, but I went home a Blue

I had only ever been to one football match..an FA Cup replay at Old Trafford between United and Stoke..a friend of my Dad’s from Stoke got me a free ticket, I wasn’t overly impressed.

Later,Phil Blinkhorn, a schoolmate from Salford Grammar, asked me if I wanted to go to a League Cup Tie at Maine Road versus Coventry.
We stood in the Kippax…I had found my home.
City lost the match but I went home a Blue.

Many memories hve been revived reading these comments..the 0-0 draw at home to Southampton when we got presented with the Div 2 trophy. The 1-1 at the Dell in the first game of the next Div 1 season. Terry Paine scored for Saints and Buzzer equalised. It was also Tony Books league debut for us. We were so well treated by the Southampton locals and businesses.
The first home game, as memtioned elsewhere was against Liverpool, the champs, at Maine Road. A packed ground, I was surounded by Scouse dockers in the Kippax but they were great. Jimmy Murray opened the scoring for us. Roger Hunt equalised and in the very last minute, with the ball pinging around the box, it broke to Colin Bell to the right of the goal and he smashed it in to the roof of the net. I remember Tommy Smith lying prostrate on the ground and the MIrror headline the next day ” Champs Ko’d at the Bell “

I can’t remember the date but it was around 1965/66. Unusual for the time, it was my mum who was the football fan and whom took me to my first ever City game. I was eight or nine years old and loved to kick a ball around with mates.
It was a Wednesday “night game” and I associate it to the same night that the very last episode of The Fugitive was on, where the real murderer was identified and the innocent Fugitive proven innocent. (If I’m wrong, don’t tell me . I don’t want the memory spoiling). I remember my excited anticipation whilst queing amongst loads of blokes who were smoking and talking loudly. Through the turnstiles, up the steps, turn the corner , more steps,crowd noise amplifying as we got nearer, up the last few steps then…Wham! a perfect green pitch clinically highlighted by our famous floodlights and then the crowd noise exploding.(I used to remember this noise everytime we’d play a game on the road or local fields and we’d commentate as we played). All my senses felt they’d just had 24,000 volts put through them but there was more to come. Heavy rain started, City came out and the sky blue shirts shone out against the green, then Leeds came out in their Real Madrid all white kit. It was sheer Hollywood with Manchester reality. Leeds had Albert Johnsen, a black South African flying winger, I was absolutely enthralled by it all. Thanks Mum.

My Grandad took me to see City away at Huddersfield (Leeds Rd) it was an amazing day out Glyn Pardoe made his debut I think, we won 2-0 and I was hooked from then, City till I die. I have since taken my son to Maine Road and Eastlands. Come on City

First game was City v Portsmouth, November 1965. We won 2-1 and i was hooked. My dad who was a red, wanted me to support that other lot, but after that first game, no chance. I was hooked for life.

My first visit to watch City was at Maine Rd v Crystal Palace in August 1965. It was a 2nd div game and I very reluctantly went along to help my granddad into the ground while my dad parked the car some distance away. Our seats were in block E main stand ~ really close to the playing area and tunnel so the atmosphere was great. Johnny Crossan, Mike Doyle,Ralph Brand, George Heslop are some of the names I remember and City won.
I was hooked and couldn’t wait for the next home game. My dad bought me a season ticket for the next 10 years. How privileged I was to have witnessed all the great matches during the golden era of mercer/allison
I’ve lived in cornwall for the last 32 years but my heart is always at City. I have managed to attend a few matches and avidly watch out for the Blues on Sky/Setanta etc.

Went to City with my mate’s Dad, not too sure of the year but i think we beat Scunthorpe 7 or 8-1.
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