It was a sweltering August day for the Charity Shield game against WBA. My Dad was bringing me aged 11 to my first City game at Maine Road. We rode from Eccles (a bastion of Reds’ supporters)in his motor-bike and sidecar. We’d bought a centre-forward from Bury making his debut that day. He was called Bobby Owen and proved his salt by putting three past the hapless John Osborne. I think he replaced either my later hero Neil Young or Frannie Lee that day. Others that took my eye that day were Colin Bell and Mike Summerbee. We sat in the Platt Lane and were treated to a 6-1 Blues’ victory! It was the first of many trophies I saw City win. I have followed City loyally ever since !

after Roy Paul living in the same village as me in the rhondda valley, it was obvious from the start i was a blue. at the age of nine my first game to watch was the 1969 fa cup final where we beat Leicester 1-0 and neil young scoring the only goal. but i have fond memories of roy

i don’t know if this counts in the context of the article, but this was my very first memory as a six year old of football on the TV.
i can vividly remember Neil Young scoring the winner and that was it, City til I die! I’m from Grimsby but even so
My dad got me my first sky blue kit for that Christmas, and seeing as my immediate family all support the other team in Manchester’ life hasn’t always been easy!! I even married into a red family, but my wife and three daughters are all true Blues.
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I went with my dad and sat on the wall on the corner of the Kippax and Platt Lane we won 4-1. No 7 year old could ask for anything more!

A pre season friendly. We,d just won the cup and i was old enough to go to maine road for the first time, as i climbed to stairs of the old platt lane stand, i was so excited just to be there and then the sight of this deep green field took my breath away and i knew there and then this is where i want to be! there was some special about maine road floodlit games and my memories never seem to fade even after all this time so ill never forget my first game.by the way we won 3-0 and the king got 2, i now live in canada but i will always be a blue.

Special treat from my Gran -watching the FA Cup win over Leicester on (black + white)telly by myself because all the other kids in our street were reds. Not me though!

Another special memory – when we were in the 2nd Div. Four of us used to get tickets together (before we had season tickets), used to take it in turns to buy ‘em. Except Anne. So one day I said that if she ever went for the tickets I’d show my backside in the Platt Lane end. Was at work when the phone went. It was Anne, at Maine Road ticket office…..

My first memory of a game at Maine Road was the FA Cup 6th Round in 1969. We played Spurs and won 1-0 with a Franny Lee goal. I went with my mates from next door, down on the 41 bus from Sale Moor. We got in the ground 90 minutes before kick-off and explored the Kippax, reading the programme and drinking juice.

We watched the game from the very back of the stand, up on the steel framework, holding onto the roof supports and twisting our shoes on the spikes that were meant to prevent anyone climbing up.

My mum went mental when she found big holes in the heels of my school shoes, the following Monday! It didn’t stop us doing the same thing every week until we were tall enough to see the match from among the crowd, though.

It was a dull and quite miserable Saturday afternoon when my new fround friend, who had recently returned from living in Canada for five years with his parents, convinced me to go and see his beloved Man City take on Wolves? Newcastle? Liverpool? – who knows? The opponents that day were irrelevant. The important thing was two 11 year old friends taking the 53 bus from Belle Vue, ready to part with their 4 shillings (or 20p as it would soon become) to sit in the front row of the Platt Lane stand, directly behind the goal, sipping piping hot Bovril and feasting on a meat and potato pie. Watching the likes of Lee, Bell and Summerbee destroy the opposition by six goals to one, or was it seven? Harry Dowd, our trusty keeper, turning round while the ball was at the scoreboard end and talking to us as if we were mates. Yes, it was a different era but that one experience made me a Blue for life. Before kick-off, I stood outside the Platt Lane car park, collecting the autographs of the City players as they arrived. They stopped and chatted with us. It made us feel 12′ tall. And 39 years later, that kindness and consideration the players show when meeting the fans still exists. With all the money we could wish for at our club’s disposal, we remain a friendly family club. Man City and the players are the loves of our lives.

Having just started employment in manchester 2 days ago, I was supporting Newcastle the northern team (as I am a Scot). Lee won pen and City won 2-1. Couldn’t understand why a poor team like Utd got more fans than City but soon learned.

I was about 2 or 3 years old, my older brother was looking after me and wanted to go to the game! That he did with me in tow! I remember being at the front in the Kippax and a policeman speaking to me. I have been told that my mum went ballistic however my brother never missed a home game then and still doesn’t miss any now!