I was born on Stockton Street in Moss Side, where I lived until the age of 15. I was Christened & went to Ducie High School on Lloyd Street right nearby the ground. I first walked to Maine Road with a friend in 1964 when I was 8 years old. I could not afford to get in, so we waited outside the Kippax Street Stand until 3/4 time when the stewards used to open the big gates. My friend and I waited for our chance. At the first available moment we ran into the ground and up the right hand stairway.
I cannot remember who City were playing that day, but I will never forget that feeling of being a part of several thousands of fans. We won, and the cheer after the game was over was so overwhelming to me, a young impressionable boy.
I have been coming to watch City ever since. A season ticket holder for many years. I long to be able to hold my head up high again, when I say I support Manchester City.

My parents took me to my 1st game around 1969 along with my brother who was 5. I was 8. All I can remember was it was a reserve game and my brother used to run up and down the steps,as my parents wanted me to get used to the ground when it was quite empty and not so intimidating. Sort of breaking me into the habit of going to the matches before being ready for the electric atmosphere of the first team which it was in those days.The noise of the crowd when I eventually did go for the 1st time was deafening and you could cut the atmosphere with a knife. Like any other young kid, you were in awe of everything about the place.

I was only 10 years old when I saw city play for the first time. After the FA cup win, I decided I would support City. I travelled the short distance to the ground, all my mates predicting a city thrashing, I kept my gob shut. The match started, my eyes level with the pitch at the north bank. City tore Wolves apart with Colin Bell and Franny Lee scoring, with Wolves getting a late consolation goal. I smiled in silence on the bus back home reliving the city goals – Magic!!

My first ever football game was an away game, which I suppose is a little unusual. I was aged 7 and remember getting to the Victoria Ground by coach with my Uncle & Cousin. Our first season back in the top flight, with the legendary Mercer & Allison in charge The match was a blur, in fact I don’t remember seeing any of it. I just remember the crowd and the fact that we won 0-1 and Mike Summerbee scored the goal. He was my favourite player from then on and I was really happy to meet him recently at his book signing in Manchester.

I cannot remember much about my first visit to Maine Road other than it was a warm spring day. I cannot even remember whether we won or not, just being there was enough. My father was a Cornish man and quite neutral where Manchester football was concerned. He had given me two cigarette cards, one of Johnny Haynes of Fulham and one of Johnny Crossan of City. I loved the Blue of the City shirt and he bough me a blue football shirt with white collar and cuffs for Christmas 1965. One Saturday my mate from school, Mark (we were both 11 and in the last year of primary school) came and told me that his dad was taking him to Maine Road and would I like to come. His dad worked for the Gas Board and we went to Moss Side in a huge old Gas Board Van with all three sat on a bench seat in the front. I can remember paying 2/6 to get in at the juniors turnstyle to the Kippax and a shilling for a programme. But what left the lasting impression and what cemented my loyalty to the Blues was the huge number of people all chanting for their team and waving their blue and white scarves. City won the 2nd Division I remember and I was hooked and went with neighbours and friends to practically every home match the following season and for years to come. I only stopped in 1974 when I started working in retail and Saturday was a working day. But the feeling remained and in 1996 I returned to Maine Road with my two small boys. The feelings that engulfed me walking up to the Junior Blues North Stand area and seeing the pitch, the Kippax Stand, brought tears to my eyes. Never again would I stay away!

Boxing Day 1963/64 Season (I think)

It was my very first game at Maine Road. All the family are City supporters but normally just the men went. Anyway, as a special treat I was allowed to go to that game with my brother John his friend Johnny (our next-door neighbour).

I was very excited and when I first saw the pitch I was overwhelmed be the size of the pitch, and how green it was, and all the surroundings. We stood at the corner of the Kippax leaning on a barrier, as I was only small and to give me some protection. It was the most exciting spectacle I have ever seen and a game in which my future was sealed as a City supporter.

Neil Young scored a hat trick. From then on I have been a true blue. Neil Young again scored at my next most exciting game the FA Cup when he scored the winner, I had a ticket for the game (bought for me by my future husband from a market trader on Church Street, all black market in those days).

My brother and his friend were on one side of the ground and I was on another, along with a group of people from Bath. One of them decided to look after me and he said he knew Tony Book. I thoroughly enjoyed the game, but I was the only person around me who jumped up when Neil Young scored.

We then come towards modern times and the Gillingham game at Wembley I don’t think I have ever been so deflated one minute and elated the next. The streets of London were lined with Blue that night.

I am now in my 60th year and am still a season ticket holder and I cannot ever see me giving up my ticket, no matter what happens.

My first visit to watch City was at Maine Rd v Crystal Palace in August 1965. It was a 2nd div game and I very reluctantly went along to help my granddad into the ground while my dad parked the car some distance away. Our seats were in block E main stand ~ really close to the playing area and tunnel so the atmosphere was great. Johnny Crossan, Mike Doyle,Ralph Brand, George Heslop are some of the names I remember and City won.
I was hooked and couldn’t wait for the next home game. My dad bought me a season ticket for the next 10 years. How privileged I was to have witnessed all the great matches during the golden era of mercer/allison
I’ve lived in cornwall for the last 32 years but my heart is always at City. I have managed to attend a few matches and avidly watch out for the Blues on Sky/Setanta etc.

Went to City with my mate’s Dad, not too sure of the year but i think we beat Scunthorpe 7 or 8-1.
Next!!

I remember vividly, going with my dad (now sadly deceased) and sitting in the Platt Lane. Dortmund had some of the West Germany team playing for them who had played against England in the World Cup final. City gave the Germans the runaround and after all the years of my dad suffering the ups and downs supporting this great Club, he said to me that he thought we were onto something as this was the best he’d seen. How right he was, thanks Dad, I fell in love with City from that day and that love affair will remain as strong forever.

Was on ‘holiday’ as a nipper in Rawtenstall! September, 1969. I’d just become a City fan the Christmas before and the visit coincided with City being at Burnley. My mum took me and although my memories are hazy I do remember the white-haired Burnley keeper (Peter Mellor) and Ian Bowyer scoring for us in a 1-1 draw. I also fondly recall Francis Lee telling me to eff off afterwards when asking him for an autograph! But we chatted to Joe Mercer and he was a gentleman. Looked the game up years later and discovered Stan Bowles had made a rare start for us that day.