I was given 2 tickets from a mate at the local butchers but at 12 was too young to go on my own. My elder brother took me and i remember it was Alex Stepney’s it was the first game where banners were banned, we lost 1-0 and Dennis Law and Alan Oakes had a fight on the edge of the box, the report in the pink said that oakes was the more sluggish of the 2 punchers – and that was all that was said! We were in the old score board end which had a white picket fence and if you were at the bottom your head was level with players feet. Can’t remember who scored but the city fans mercilessly chanted about Alex Stepney having big ears, something like, ‘come fly with me Alex Stepeny’ and Charltons a skinhead was another chant. I remember the cup final too when the supporters were asked to curb the bad language and the City fans made some creative adjustments, like he’s here he’s there, we’re not aloud to swear Tommy Booth, and ‘the ref’s a naughty boy the ref’s a naughty boy. But i will never forget that first game… the ground was horrid and I have loved the kippax ever since!!

My first city game was on the 28/01/1967 it was the third round of the fa cup at home to leicester city.
I was six and how proud my dad must have been taking his only son to his first city game.
i remember he sat me on the wall in the platt lane near the main stand, i dont remember too much not even the score although my dad tells me it was 2-1. Im sure George Heslop was centre half, he was a favourite of mine.
Thanks Dad for baptising me BLUE, a ritual i gladly passed on to my three sons and daughter.
Brendan Edge CTID

I was 8 yrs old. I was very cold, sat in the Platt Lane End with Ronnie our lodger to watch my first ever live football match. Snow covered the pitch and the ball was orange, I remember that very clearly. Jimmy Greaves scored the first goal…. Apart from the cold my overriding memory is of the hardest shot ever ever seen on the football field. Neil Young hit the bar from outside the area and I thought the bar would never stop shaking. We skated the ice rink better than Spurs and ran out winners: 4-1. I went on to spend a lot of time at the training ground in Cheadle, close to where I lived, helping where I could; I’m sure my help was invaluable to our success of the era. I took penalties against Joe Corrigan, understudy to Ken Mulhearn at the time … Big Joe did the decent thing and dived over the ball for me. I remember the first time Joe Mercer came to the training ground … his presence was obvious, even to a kid of eight. I have been on the bluemoon rollercoaster ride ever since, an experience I would describe as ‘character building’. But as I say to the many ManU fans I know: You’ll never know true happiness until you change to blue. Happy days!

The match that stood out mostly for me was actually watching City resoundingly beaten by West Ham when a young Joe Corrigan turned to walk back to his goal line as the ball flew over his head. He went on to be one of City’s top keepers, My dad carried a stool to matches and stood on it at the back of the Kipax as I would stand on the spiked railings at the back for a perfect view

my first game was a 2-0 home win over Wolves, with Neil young scoringthe first with an unstoppable volley & mick Doyle adding the second. I was in the old scoreboard end (no roof!) as Nellie screamer hit the net at our end. Totally hooked from then on, especially as we won championship that year. Farthest I’ve travelled for a City game? From Tokyo for 3 days to watch the nerve- jangling play-off against Gilingham at the old Wembley. Worth every penny!

I was 9 years old (I’m now…older, work it out yourself!) but I have many memories of my first ever match, against Spurs at Maine road in 1967 (THE season for most living City fans) First of all the snow. We came out of our gate on Yew tree Rd and the puppy we’d just got ran out into the ice and snow(and crowds massing down the road) we managed to get him back inside and I walked with my dad to the ground. I have to admit I don’t remember entering the ground but I do remember the smell, the smoke! My overiding memory – and what’s stayed with me ever since – was the excitement, the sound of the crowd and watching what was – and obviously I didn’t realise it at the time – probably the greatest football match I’ve ever seen, City one down at half time and winning 4-1, that on a sheet of snow that footballer’s these days wouldn’t even walk out on! Summerbee, Bell and Franny Lee – amazing isn’t it how spoilt we were! Of course I was hooked and have been a lifelong fan.

Steve

My Earlest memory of seeing city was at Maine Road in about 1967 against Burnley. Tony Coleman had been felled by a Burnley palyer and had hit him a coupemof times on te floor in retaliation The ref cam over just as Tc was heping the other guy to his feet and dusting him down….the ref booked the Burnley guy.
Second recollection was at Old Trafford when taken by uncle avid red uncle to watch the derby from the Stretford End. I was passed over the heads of the supporters and sat on the touchline. That was the day Glynn Pardoe broke his leg. We moved to Salford in ‘69 and under the influence of school friends and to fit in I watched the Unite dofr a coupe of seasons. On the day the north stand opened (no seats in the first year) my brother asked if I fancied going to the match. We lost 1-0 to Leeds and I realised where nt heart lay and the error of my ways for the previus couple of years.

One year after the world cup triumph and I was going to my first game with my best friend John Anderson and his Dad. I can remember the excitement of going up the steps leading to the crescent of the scoreboard end, and the anticipation of what was then a 9 year olds dream.
Not wanting to be rude and run up the steps I slowly mounted the top and there my breath was taken away by the green of the pitch ( no colour television It had never occurred to me that a pitch would of course be green) , something my son was to copy some 30 years later. I don’t remember the game at all except that Mike Doyle got two or maybe all three goals on that evening. I don’t really want to check if my memory of who scored is correct. Like longer and warmer summers that’s how I like to remember that result. And at the beginning of the season he turned out to be a defender, if that’s what a defender can do what our attack must be like.
I was and still am hooked

my grandad was a postie from hyde and a true blue all his life. my dad the same from stockport and they took me and my twin brother to see our first city game at maine road against spurs in 1967, as far as i can remember we won 1-0. i can remember the noise was intense but everyone seemed safe, the kids were passed forward to the front and at the end of the game they were passed back again.ive been a blue all my life (48yrs)have been up and down and high(wembley finals) and low (beaten at home when kinky crashed his car), but once a blue always a blue, city till i die.

I grew up in Manchester where most of my family were reds but i hated that colour as a young boy so i decided at 8yrs old I was a Blue. An uncle took me to my first game – I was 10. It was away against Everton at Goodison Park and I don’t even recall the score! but left 3 distinct memories: 1) We weren’t playing in blue!! 2) the shaking of the wooden floor in the stand as people stamped their feet and clapped their hands. 3) The best of all – Seeing Colin Bell in the No. 8 shirt and the roar from our fans every time he had the ball and crossed the half way line in a break forward.