It was back in the late 1960’s when I was about 10 years old. My mate lived close to maine road and every home match we use to hang around the small staff carpark at the front of maine road waiting for my hero colin bell to arrive. Colin let me carry his bag from the carpark to the main entrance every time and just after half time the gates were left open when I was able to enter maine road, mix with the crowds attempting to look over someones shoulder to see my hero. wow all those people, and the singing and clapping and that woman ringing her bell as my bell scored. Now I am 50 and having worked overseas for some years I am reconnecting with my city siting in a stand named after my hero and I am still looking out for Colin Bell to carry his bag. Maybe he will let me one day soon.

Geoff Siddall

i was 14yrs old when i went to my first city game it was city v everton city won 2.1 i went with my dad who was as big blue and he went to every game it took me a while to get him to take me because he said football was not for girls every match day i asked can i come with you and then came the day when he said ok i give in you can go i was over the blue moon as they say and off we went to maine road we sat in the platt lane stand it was packed when the game started i remember the noise was deafening yet that did not matter i was at maine road watching city watching them win and later that season win the league that was the day i fell completely in love with m.c.f.c.and colin bell and after all this time i am still hooked so are my son and granddaughter who go with me now to every game.sadly my dad passed away in 2002 still a true blue yet i will never forget my first city game that he took me to.city till i die lynn p daly

I was 8 years old when I attended my first game at Maine Road. It was the third round FA Cup tie against Reading who in those days were in the old fourth division. City were flying high in the first division at the time and would, of course, go on to claim the first division championship later on that season. My dad took me along to the game with my two brothers expecting an easy win for City but it wasn’t to be and Reading earned themselves a creditable 0 – 0 draw with Tony Coleman missing a penalty for City. Even though the match may not have been too memorable I remember being overawed by the atmosphere and the sheer volume as the crowd in a packed Kippax Street stand sang a rendition of ‘The Mighty Glyn’ a tribute song to then City left back Glyn Pardoe to the tune of Manfred Mann’s ‘The Mighty Quinn’. I also remember being taken with how green the grass on the pitch appeared and how big the stadium was. In the replay played a few days later City were to win at Reading by 7 goals to nil and left the pitch to the sound of the Reading stadium announcer paying tribute to a fantastic City team. I had seen City greats such as Bell, Lee, Summerbee, Young and Doyle play live for the first time and, in spite of the result, it left a great impression on me and I was to see these great players and many more play for my beloved Blues throughout the ensuing years at both Maine Road and Eastlands. Despite the huge influx of cash this year I doubt I will ever see players to rival the truly great City players who performed so admirably in the trophy winning sides of the sixties and the seventies and there can never be another managerial partnership to rival that of Joe Mercer and Malcolm Allison.

1968 my first ever match with my dad. I was 7 my brother announced he didn’t like football any more so my dad took me instead. I was hooked at watching the blues win 7 – 0 I did expect all games to be like that. I now take my son and have never given up supporting the blues.

1968 – I was 7 years old.
A night match – City versus newcastle. The Kippax was crammed, the old floodlights blazing,
the scoreboard end and the half-time scoreboard scoop. A Wagon Wheel and a Bovril. Late into the second half, City one nil down and then we equalised. The crowd surged forward, the roar sounded like an explosion, the passion, and the emotion erupted all around. That was it: From that day forward nothing else could ever compete. A ‘Blue’ was born…

my first game was against leeds away. iwas 9 and went to support leeds but the city fans sang all the way though and i know then i would be a city fan.

My first match was with my dads next door neighbour and it was against ipswich town,I think the year was 1968 The final score was 1-1 and I remember we went in the kippax and was overauled by all the passionate fans the ooohs and aaarhs the blue clothings and language come to that,a fantastic day out

After my sister and i had been playing up my dad barred us from going to the Saturday morning kids pictures at the ABC in Northenden.

My mate Noel Hurley came to our house and talked my dad into letting me go to Maine Road with him.As my dad was feeling guilty, he agreed.

Like others i remember going down the tunnel in the Kippax and having my breath taken away by the pitch,the size of the stadium etcetra.

It was November 23rd 1968 and i was eleven years old.We won 5-1 and i was hooked for life.

Happy innocent days with a swashbuckling team and Mercer and Allison at the helm.Wonderful!

I remember it being cold cold cold,i was 6 years old my dad took me to my first game v wolves at Maine rd.We sat in block a in the maine stand row qq..what a memory! and we won 4-2.

My first game was at Maine Road against Sheffield Wednesday on Thursday 25th April 1968. I remember the game because we were sat in the Platt Lane end and City were warming up when Colin Bell hit a sweet strike full on in the face of a bloke sat just in front of us. We saw the funny side, as you do at 8 years old. I don’t think the guy did as he got caried out and missed the game. City won 1-0 and the scorer was Colin Bell.