1968/’69, I forget exactly as I was only about 6. It was at Maine Road V Stoke , with my late father and older(red)brother, Frank.We lost 2-1,(gutted)and my (red)brother tried brainwashing me into supporting Utd, all the way back to Newton; fat chance!Still Blue-always will be-CTID…Craig Harrison.

My Dad took me and my friend from school in Kendal. I had got a photo of Francis Lee sent it to Maine Rd and he returned it with a message (Ive still got it) and never stopped supporting since even though the pitch was terrible we lost 5 – 1 (franny scored )and i could be wrong but I think Martin Peters scored with a volley from the half way line unbelievable ! It was a baptism of fire but I have to say that simple photo was magical to a ten year old and ive never forgotten it or the friendliness of the club.

I lived on kippax st as a boy, with a family of reds, i was a bit of a handful, so for a bit of peace on a saturday my mum took me over to maine rd, paid me in and arranged to meet me at the same entrance at the end of the game, we were playing coventry city, cant remember the score, i was only 9! Never missed since, had a season ticket for the last 15 yrs.

me and my mate want to main rd for the first time we were city mad, we got fish and chips from the city chippy and want into the kippax about 1 hour before the game so we could stand in front of the crash barrier at the front,we were 10 years old. been a city all my life and so is my famliy all of them in england and brazil.

I remember my first game at Maine Road was against Stoke City in 1969. My dad was a Stoke fan (later converted to a blue) and City lost a dire match 1-0. My second trip to Maine Rd was the first game of the 70/71 season, a 0-0 draw with Burnley. I then missed the home game with Blackpool (a midweek game played in the afternoon due to the 3 day week – remember that !!) which we won 2-0. My next game was against West Brom, and we promptly went a goal down. I was beginning to think I was a bad omen. However, we then got a goal back and didn’t know when to stop. City 4 W. Brom 1
I’ve followed City ever since, though don’t get to many games these days as I no longer live in Manchester.

Growing up in St Albans in the ’60s, I saw Franny Lee on TV and decided at the age of 5 that City were my team. A year later, my dad wrote to Franny and he met us outside the ground and gave us tickets. I was in heaven and then we won 4-0 with Franny scoring from the half-way line (as I remember it). It doesn’t get any better than that. And no, it hasn’t really, but for better or worse and all that. City til I die – not much you can do about that and I’m now trying to indoctrinate my children.

My first match, as an 8 year old was Saturday 1st February 1969, City v Newcastle, it was 1 each and after 41 minutes it was abandoned for fog. We drove there and my Dad showed me the back yards where he used to park his bicycle when he attended games after the war. Best memory seeing my hero play, Francis Lee

My 11th birthday, what did I most want in the world – to go to Maine Road and see my beloved blues in live action! We’d moved from Thornton Road in 1965 to live in Blackpool so Dad’s visits to City were limited during that golden era but he remained a true blue all his life and he made sure I was fully indoctrinated with blue blood. So we set off by train and bus to reach that amazing stadium on one of those early season sultry evenings. I was in total awe of the whole spectacle, the atmosphere, the floodlights and the excitement generated by both sets of fans in the 48,000 crowd. Unfortunately we slipped to a 0-2 defeat but despite the immediate disappointment I was desperate to return and it confirmed that it was my destiny to support them through thick and thin for life. My daughter(now 18)has also been a blue for several years and I am grateful for the memories of the good times with City, originally spent with my late Father and more recently with Abbie.

I was a 10year old boy who wanted to see CITY and to my delight my dad took me to the CITY v Arsenal game in 1969 which was also Tommy Booth’s debut -I can remember being gob smacked by the ground and the atmosphere in the Kippax and from that day on iv’e been a blue for life and very rarely miss a home game and go as many away games as i possibly can !
Dave Welch, – City till i die

My first game was in 1969, Cup winners cup match v Athletico Madrid.
My Dad took me for my 10th birthday, which was really hard for him as he was a massive United fan from Miles Platting (God bless him). Great night as City won 3-0 on our way to lifting the trophy in 1970. I remember taking a big picture of Colin Bell and holding it up above my head in the Kippax. Unfortunately I had to put it down soon as the bloke behind me said he couldnt see the game..he was obviously not very tall….happy days indeed.