i was 5 and a half years old, it was a cold November in 1967 and i was mithering my dad to take me to football with him, so he gave in wrapped me up, i had a little scarf on each wrist one round my neck to match my hat and i insisted on one round my waist, i had seen others dressed like this on tele, off we went, my dad bought some red hot sweets to keep us warm, he lifted me over the turnstiles and i sat on his knee, the match began i was overwhelmed with the noise, i remember seeing colin bell running faster than i have ever seen enyone run.

At half time my dad took to look at the players and mancger at the tunnel, joe mercer spoke to my dad and shook my hand, i was more up in the air than on my dads knee as city beat Leicester that day 6 0 and i was shot up in the air by my dad every goal, i remember thinking do i have to be thrown about every game, i soon learnt that wasn’t the case, however we did win the championship that season so what a start i had. sadly my dad died 6 years ago, we went to city together ever since that first day, now i go with my 70 year old mother. my hero from the 70’s was rodney marsh i met up with last month.

City 4 Spurs 1 (Saturday 9th December 1967) The Ballet on Ice.

I was 12 years old and my Dad had been going on at me for ages to go with him and watch City. I remember that my first game was on a bitter cold day and my Dad was convinced that the game would be called off. Miraculously (or maybe it was something to do with the fact that the game was on Match of the Day later that night) the ref passed the pitch as playable and we took up our position in the old Scoreboard End. It was freezing cold, light snow was falling and the pitch was rock hard. City went a goal down early on when, following a Spurs free-kick, the ball fell to the feet of Jimmy Greaves. Jimmy rarely missed from the six yard box. I was beginning to think that sitting at home by the coal fire watching Grandstand suddenly looked at much more attractive proposition. What followed was, to this day, one of the finest exhibitions of football I have ever seen.

City, seemingly wearing “football crampons” on their feet tore Spurs to pieces. As the Spurs players slipped, slid and constantly chased shadows, Colin Bell equalised in the first half and second half goals from Mike Summerbee, Tony Coleman and Neil Young completed the rout. Suffice to say, no one felt the cold on the way home.

my first game i was taken by my grandad & uncle in 1967 manchester city v coventry city it was the beginning of many years of following my team through the great time and not so great time still 40 years on i am still their supporting manchester city with pride

My husband took me to the games before we were married and after for a short while, at the time it was the days of Bell, Lee, Summerbee,Cochrane Doyle and Alex Harley whose legs I used to admire till I drove my husband mad.
We used to run out of the game, deck on the buses to get home before the crowd came out.
Although we moved to Canada we never stopped watching and following the team we all loved including my son.
In 2004 I went back to the new stadium with my 2 daughters and placed my husbands ashes there knowing that was where he would love to have been.
My son and I were back in September his year and went to the game against Chelsea.

We had recently returned to England from New Zealand and my uncle took me to my first game. I was 15 and I loved football but out in NZ there wasn’t a lot of information about City so the whole experience was sensational. We won 4-1 and Bell, Young, Coleman and Summerbee scored but I drove my uncle crackers by constantly asking about the (then) No. 7 – Francis Lee. I thought he was magic then and I never changed my mind!
A fantastic start to my City life: Champions ‘68, FA cup ‘69, League cup and ECWC ‘70!!!
I thought it would always be like that; how wrong could I be? Still, I wouldn’t change anything!

I remember vividly, going with my dad (now sadly deceased) and sitting in the Platt Lane. Dortmund had some of the West Germany team playing for them who had played against England in the World Cup final. City gave the Germans the runaround and after all the years of my dad suffering the ups and downs supporting this great Club, he said to me that he thought we were onto something as this was the best he’d seen. How right he was, thanks Dad, I fell in love with City from that day and that love affair will remain as strong forever.

My first City game was away to Sunderland at the old Roker Park in 1967. City lost one nil but my earliest memory was going down the tunnel to the terrace being amazed at how green the pitch was. 

The first time the ball went out Mike Summerbee came over to take a throw and the Sunderland fans starting giving him a bit of verbal, he picked the ball up and just winked at them – it just wound them up even more. Classic Buzzer.

- Lee, New Zealand

My first City memory’s not from being there, but from watching ‘Match of the Day’! It became known as ‘the ballet on ice’ because of the snow on the pitch, and I was lucky enough to be allowed to stay up late to watch it. That was the great side – Bell, Summerbee (who both scored), Lee, Doyle, Oakes, and they went on to win the title that season, but for me it all started with seeing them take Spurs apart on the snow!