My first game was a derby match in 1968 my eldest brother Tony was emigrating to Australia and he promised to take me to a match. I should have gone to the Charity shield match the previous week when City played West Brom at Maine Road (They didnt play them at Wembley),I think City won 5-1 but my brother forgot to pick me up. Never mind he said there a better match next week against Man United again at Maine Road. City league Champions against European Cup winners some of the best players ever were playing, Bell, Lee and Summerbee, Best, Law and Charlton. I was 10 years old and never been to a professional match before in fact I had never seen so many people and never heard so much noise before that day. At the match, I was a bit scared because all sorts of objects were being thrown down the stand, I couldnt see the teams from where we stood so my brother told me to climb over the wall and sit on the bench where the police usually sit, so there I am sitting on this bench with the full match right in front of me when this policeman comes across and tells me to climb back over the wall otherwise he would throw me out (I wasnt doing any harm). The game finished 0-0 and John Ashton who had played a fantastic game in the European Cup final broke his leg. Our Tony still follows the Blues even though he has been in Oz for 40 years.

My very 1st memories are, when I was a young lad in the late 60s sitting on the benches at the sideline(pitch side)with my dad, we sat there because he was disabled in WW2. It must have been hard for him having three sons, and only one growing up Blue.
Never mind their loss !!!
Cheers Dad

My Grandad took me to see City away at Huddersfield (Leeds Rd) it was an amazing day out Glyn Pardoe made his debut I think, we won 2-0 and I was hooked from then, City till I die. I have since taken my son to Maine Road and Eastlands. Come on City

the frist match i went to watch city was in 1965. we played spurs. but i was to young to remeber much. the match that i truly became a blue was the 69 cup final. which we all know city won 1-0. being a blue is been up one day and down the next. lets hope the furture is blue.
- trevor, blue for life

First game was City v Portsmouth, November 1965. We won 2-1 and i was hooked. My dad who was a red, wanted me to support that other lot, but after that first game, no chance. I was hooked for life.

Walking down to the ground for the final match of the season 1965-1966 having gained promotion, this was a celebration my dad was allowing me to go to the holy grail of soccer. I can still feel the excitement of going into the programme shop on Upper Lloyd Street to buy the blue star badges of our heroes that adorned our self- decorated camouflaged jackets we wore then. Then the match – a boring 0-0 draw, but so what, our heroes had got back to the top once more. As the final whistle went, onto the field we ran it was an awesome feeling and I’ve followed them ever since along with my family who are all season ticket holders.

My First game was Sheffield Weds at home on 9th November 1968. We lost 0-1. I was 11 and went own my own cycling to Maine Road on my bike from Chorlton, parking it in someone’s back yard close to the ground. I took my seat in the Platt Lane stand on long benches marked out with seat numbers watcheing in utter amasement the great team we had at that time. The following season I got my first season ticket and still have one today. Last month Matthew (my son – another Blue)and I had the great pleasure to meet one of my heroes playing in that very first game – Mike Summerbee.

11th April 1962. My late dad took me with his best mate, also sadly not with us any more. It was a wednesday night floodlit match and we played Birmingham City. I was 8 years old and so excited I couldn’t speak. We walked up through one of the old tunnels in the Kippax and thats when I saw it. I had never seen grass looking so green. The cigarette smoke was pouring up into the night sky. We lost 4 – 1 and I cried all the way home. I was hooked and have been ever since. The Saturday after we beat Villa and everything was alright again.

My dad took me and my brother Pete on the Yelloway coach from Middleton. The songs on the journey included “We all live in a Sky Blue Submarine”, and “Don’t go to West Brom, you’ll get foot and mouth”. We entered the Platt Lane seats via the solitary turnstile at the back of the Kippax.City contained in their ranks Tony Book,Glyn Pardoe,Mike Doyle, George Heslop, Alan Oakes,Mike Summerbee, Colin Bell and Neil Young who formed the major part of the championship winning team in 1968. They were augmented by Harry Dowd,Jimmy Murray and Johnny Crossan.Spurs included favourites such as Jennings,Mackay,Venables and Greaves.It poured down all day with the lights on from the start, City were awful and lost by two goals to one.I absolutely loved it! I have watched them ever since, a season ticket holder since 1974.

I was about 7 yr old in the early 60’s and my next door neighbour, Mr Wilson had taken me to my first game against either Stoke or Blackpool.

The one thing about this game that sticks in my mind was not the great atmosphere or the beautiful old ground but the fact that when the game started, due to my lack of height,he sat me on one of the metal stantions in the Scoreboard End. After 45 minutes of my legs dangling there, he lifted me down so we could all toddle off and get a Bovril but I was going nowhere. I had the most serious case of pins & needles in both legs and could not stand up let alone walk. By the time I had some feeling back in my legs it was time for the 2nd half and he tried putting me up there again!! There was no way I was going back on that stantion so I ended up standing up and not being able to see through the masses missed the rest of the game but have not missed many since.

I have him to ‘thank’ for putting me through more pain down the years but also for some glorious memories watching the Boy’s in Blue.