I left Manchester at 24:00 midnight from Manchester by coach (Ginners) to go to Portsmouth away in 1963. we drew 1 – 1 after the game we all went out to a wrestling event at the Portsmouth Town Hall. Our volunteer Billy, went on stage and beat the pro Wrestler. Since then I have always been a blue CTID

City had just been crowned First Division Champions that spring, and my dad, Eddie, took me to my first game, age eight. It was City vs Bury in a pre-season friendly. Don’t even remember the score, just the noise, the crowd and the sight of the turf! A true Blue from that minute, and always. CTID.

my first sight of my blues must have been in 1963 they had just demolished hulme and they moved us to fallowfield some 5 mins walk from maine rd i must have been 8 or so one saturday i heard all this noise and had to find out what it was i clearly remember sneaking in at 3/4 time i was totally gob smacked after a couple of seasons of sneaking in i eventually got a paper round at platt lane post office and could afford to pay to go in.

I’ve so so many happy memories over the years like the time there was a bomb scare and mr summerbee took the ball and shook it pretending it was the bomb and threw it in the crowd (brilliant) happy days and who could ever forget the in my opinion one of the greatest blues mike doyle the way he wound those reds up was pure bliss im still potty as ever 45 yrs later for my blues im 55 and just bought a mini in blue n white potty or what

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

24th August 1966, Wednesday night, City promoted to Division One as Champions playing the First
Division Champions Liverpool. Only a month after England win World Cup. My uncle Ron lifts me onto the barrier in the Kippax just behind the tunnel towards the open scoreboard end. over 50,000 pack in, I had never even seen 5,000 at a game before. I am just 14 years old my first City game.

First out Roger Hunt, World Cup Winner, the place erupts City and Liverpool fans together, a noise you could only imagine, then out come City, my first ever sight of the Sky Blue shirts. It was a feeling I still find hard to describe, it was as if we were made for each other,the noise, the atmosphere, the passion I sang and screamed, swayed and tumbled, it did not matter I saw only half the game through clusters of scarf waving supporter.

I spilled my half time tea and spent the second half clinging to the barrier for dear life as the crowd swayed to the end to end action singing songs, listening to men swear one minute and cheer the next. Then it happened, ball out to Colin Bell, trademark swerve and bang, right in. The first goal I ever saw him score, City win 2-1,my team, my city,send mighty Liverpool packing.

I slept with that match prog under my pillow for months, with my “Ty-Phoo” Tea Manchester City team picture over my bed. Still probably the best Wednesday night of my life.

Once a blue always a blue, thank you Colin Bell.

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!

Being born in 1956 while we owned a shop in Kippax Street probably meant I was always destined to be a Blue. We moved away to Ardwick and returned to Rusholme in the early 60s. I used to sneak into Maine Road when the gates opened about 15 mins from the end but could never usually see anything.
Then my Dad told me he was going to take me to the Huddersfield game on New Years Day in 1966. We went and I sat on the wall at the front of the Kippax. What a fantastic feeling! The only other thing I can remember was we won (1-0 I think). However that was the beginning of 42 years and counting.
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For one of the first major events in my life, I will always be grateful to my older brother Barry. It was the mid 1960’s, long before the age of the replica football shirt, but one day our Dad came home from work with two football jerseys, bought from the local market in our home town on the outskirts of Manchester. The shirts were red with a white collar and cuffs. This was Bestie’s heyday and the Red’s of Manchester were flying high. I don’t actually remember having any allegiance at the time but I was delighted. I guess he never asked who we supported, we were Irish Catholics, and in that day and age that meant United. Dad’s elation at my excited face was short lived as Barry gave back the shirt and said “there’s no way I’m wearin’ that, I’m a Blue”. Believe me, that was brave, but to be honest, I can’t remember what was said or done after that, other than the fact that very soon there were two new blue and white jerseys.

I was a Blue by default, but a prouder one you could not have met. I lived in that shirt and every day down on the local field I could be seen, now Bell, Lee or Summerbee, scoring goals for City or Harry Dowd saving penalties from the now despised Charlton, Best or Law.

It must have been because of that shirt that a neighbour asked my Mum and Dad if I would like to go and watch City play. City had just won the championship and a friendly had been arranged against Bury to show off the trophy. It was decided that I could go as a birthday treat and what a treat it was, the noise, the atmosphere, the joy and jubilation. I have no idea what the crowd was that night, but I had never seen anything like that number of people in one place, all of whom were spectacularly happy. Everybody was laughing and talking to each other, singing together, hugging and slapping each other on the back. It was truly amazing. After that there could only ever be one team for me. Eight years old but without any doubt I already knew that I was “City ‘til I die”.

It was City v Aston Villa in 1961, City won 4-1, Denis Law scored 2 goals, I was in the Platt Lane Stand, it standing then.