My memories from my first game was against Liverpool in the mid sixties.
Arriving early to Maine Road and standing in the scoreboard end.
Well we won 2-1 and what a feeling, I was hooked for life – now almost sixty years old (past 26 years in New Zealand now) I have stood by City after those great 5 years from 1966! I was a season ticket holder and went to all the Wembley finals, last one being the 2 games against Spurs in 1981 FA Cup Final, leaving for NZ in 1982.
My last trip home 2 months ago, I brought a jacket from the City shop to wear on my trip back, as seen in NY from photo. Longer for another ‘final’ – any spare tickets!

I have been racking my brain, to remember which was my 1st match, but all i can tell you is my dad took me, and he stood me up on the back of the kippax st stand, and the team we played, were wearing black and white, so could have been newcastle, i know it was in the very early 60s, the 1st one i remember going to with my mates, was against, dortmand in a pre season friendly, and i think we beat them 4-0, that was the start of the great wining years when we won everything they put in front of us, so i was lucky to have started watching them then, but that got me for life, and although i now live in the south, i still get to go to a few games and will be city till i die, and beyond — lol.

I went with my mates to my first game, which was the last match of the 1965/66 season. Don’t remember too much about the game itself, which was pretty unmemorable. There wasn’t too big a crowd either, although we he had won the 2nd Division Championship several weeks before. Southampton were already promoted as runners-up, so the game turned into a goal-less draw.

Things livened up after the match though, when we all went round from the Kippax to the Main Stand doors, where we sang and chanted outside and waited for the team to come out. Everybody was in a happy mood, so I couldn’t believe my eyes when we were charged by a full contingent of baton-wielding police on police horses. Community relations had a different meaning in those days!

I obviously enjoyed it, because I went to the first game of the next season, also to Southampton, although it took me two days to hitch-hike down there. Something else you don’t see today. That game was also a draw, but by that time I was hooked.

Nowadays I travel in the comfort of coaches laid on by the Didsbury Blues Official Supporters Club, but I often wonder if people would bother to make a pretty uncomfortable four day journey to watch a domestic game today.

My first game was carlisle away, the blue’s won 2-1 in the old 2nd division.
What was special about it? On the way home the players were on the same train as the fans Johny Crossan made a point of coming over to speak to me, i was only 10 but the lasting impression that had on me, made me live and breath City for the next 40yrs. Thanks John.

24th August 1966, Wednesday night, City promoted to Division One as Champions playing the First
Division Champions Liverpool. Only a month after England win World Cup. My uncle Ron lifts me onto the barrier in the Kippax just behind the tunnel towards the open scoreboard end. over 50,000 pack in, I had never even seen 5,000 at a game before. I am just 14 years old my first City game.

First out Roger Hunt, World Cup Winner, the place erupts City and Liverpool fans together, a noise you could only imagine, then out come City, my first ever sight of the Sky Blue shirts. It was a feeling I still find hard to describe, it was as if we were made for each other,the noise, the atmosphere, the passion I sang and screamed, swayed and tumbled, it did not matter I saw only half the game through clusters of scarf waving supporter.

I spilled my half time tea and spent the second half clinging to the barrier for dear life as the crowd swayed to the end to end action singing songs, listening to men swear one minute and cheer the next. Then it happened, ball out to Colin Bell, trademark swerve and bang, right in. The first goal I ever saw him score, City win 2-1,my team, my city,send mighty Liverpool packing.

I slept with that match prog under my pillow for months, with my “Ty-Phoo” Tea Manchester City team picture over my bed. Still probably the best Wednesday night of my life.

Once a blue always a blue, thank you Colin Bell.

Being born in 1956 while we owned a shop in Kippax Street probably meant I was always destined to be a Blue. We moved away to Ardwick and returned to Rusholme in the early 60s. I used to sneak into Maine Road when the gates opened about 15 mins from the end but could never usually see anything.
Then my Dad told me he was going to take me to the Huddersfield game on New Years Day in 1966. We went and I sat on the wall at the front of the Kippax. What a fantastic feeling! The only other thing I can remember was we won (1-0 I think). However that was the beginning of 42 years and counting.
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My very 1st memories are, when I was a young lad in the late 60s sitting on the benches at the sideline(pitch side)with my dad, we sat there because he was disabled in WW2. It must have been hard for him having three sons, and only one growing up Blue.
Never mind their loss !!!
Cheers Dad

Walking down to the ground for the final match of the season 1965-1966 having gained promotion, this was a celebration my dad was allowing me to go to the holy grail of soccer. I can still feel the excitement of going into the programme shop on Upper Lloyd Street to buy the blue star badges of our heroes that adorned our self- decorated camouflaged jackets we wore then. Then the match – a boring 0-0 draw, but so what, our heroes had got back to the top once more. As the final whistle went, onto the field we ran it was an awesome feeling and I’ve followed them ever since along with my family who are all season ticket holders.

My dad took me and my brother Pete on the Yelloway coach from Middleton. The songs on the journey included “We all live in a Sky Blue Submarine”, and “Don’t go to West Brom, you’ll get foot and mouth”. We entered the Platt Lane seats via the solitary turnstile at the back of the Kippax.City contained in their ranks Tony Book,Glyn Pardoe,Mike Doyle, George Heslop, Alan Oakes,Mike Summerbee, Colin Bell and Neil Young who formed the major part of the championship winning team in 1968. They were augmented by Harry Dowd,Jimmy Murray and Johnny Crossan.Spurs included favourites such as Jennings,Mackay,Venables and Greaves.It poured down all day with the lights on from the start, City were awful and lost by two goals to one.I absolutely loved it! I have watched them ever since, a season ticket holder since 1974.

My first ever football game was an away game, which I suppose is a little unusual. I was aged 7 and remember getting to the Victoria Ground by coach with my Uncle & Cousin. Our first season back in the top flight, with the legendary Mercer & Allison in charge The match was a blur, in fact I don’t remember seeing any of it. I just remember the crowd and the fact that we won 0-1 and Mike Summerbee scored the goal. He was my favourite player from then on and I was really happy to meet him recently at his book signing in Manchester.