My 1st Game was when I was 9 years old. City beat Spurs 4-0. It was an early season game on the 28/0/1971 and I still wore short pants. The line up was legendary: Corrigan;Jeffries;Connor; Doyle;Booth;Bell;Summerbee;
Heslop;Davies;Lee;Mellor.
The opposition were not bad either; Pat Jennings;Joe Kinnear;Alan Mullery;Mike England;Steve Perryman;Martin Chivers;Martin Peters; & Ralph Coates. Glory Days indeed.

I was 12 years old, and went to see City v Wolves at Maine Road (6th March 1971).

I went with a couple of older boys (Keith Tattersall)also from Woodhouse Park on the 100 bus.

Incredibly for that era, the game itself finished 0-0 and I can remember nothing of it other than standing at the bottom of the Kippax by the wall right next to the Platt Lane stand. The player who made a lasting impression on me was Wolves centre forward Derek Dougan because he had shaved his head Kojak style as some sort of publicity stunt and that had been headline news at the time.

Despite it being a nil nil I was hooked. Hearing that I had gone to Maine Road, my brother in law who was a Utd fan panicked and forced me to go to OT with him and watch them thump someone 4-0. It was all in vain though because I was back at Maine Road for the next home game and never again set foot inside of OT apart from on Derby day’s.

Footnote: I now live in Aylesbury and took my 14 year old son Marcus to his first City game this season, yes you’ve guessed it v Forest!!! Despite that he is hooked and wants more so he’s made of the right stuff.

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My first City game was 30-01-1971 against Leeds United. Coming from a household where my two elder brothers and stepfather were United fans, I had been taken to Old Trafford on a number of occasions without thinking much of it (still don’t, come to that!)
However most of my schoolmates were Blues so I tagged along, not expecting much.
Despite losing 2-0 the atmosphere standing on the Kippax instantly had me hooked.
Being the only Blue in a United household made for an interesting evening 3 years later when Denis Law scored the winner and sent them down! Still one of the greatest days of my life.

In 1971 I was in my first year at senior school, and for the first time in my life I met people who actually went to the match.

So after saving for months and finally persuading my mum to let me go (I lied when I said that a friends dad was taking me)I managed to go to my first game.

FA CUP 3rd Round against Non League Wigan, it was sure to be a classic and we were bound to win at least 4 – 0 or so we all said as we walked to the ground from Piccadilly Station where the train from Handforth had dropped us off.

If I am being honest I cannot remember much about the game except that we won 1 – 0. but as an eleven year old, having his first big adventure without his parents I do remember sitting on one of the bars in the Kippax in amongst loads of big men… I thought I was all grown up

Needless to say when my mum found out that I had lied I never got to another match until the next season, when the North Stand was opened as a standing area for a season.

First game for me was against Utd at Maine Road in 71, the match ended 3-3, Summerbees equaliser will live long in the memory. Now living and working out in Saudi, I have retained my Season ticket and attend games when I am in the UK.

I lived near Chorley and all my primary school friends supported Preston, or Blackburn, a few Bolton, but I’d seen City on television twice, the two Cup Finals and was hooked. The time eventually came when, along with my P.N.E friends I went on the Preston coach from my village to watch my heros at Preston. I remember a wonderful display, Georgie Hannah, Colin Barlow and a hat tick in the 5-1 win from Billy MacAdam. Secretly all my Preston friends wished they could be City supporters that day, I was so proud.

my first game was in the cup against wigan 1971 my freind supported wigan and he thought he would get me interested but it worked the opposite way and i was immediateley a blue and here i am last week atmy daughters fist game and shes caught the bug as even though we underperformed charlottes a blue

I cann’t remember my 1st match but it was in the early 70’s with my Dad and Grandad. We moved away from Manchester in 1964 and we came back every Easter to see family and watch a game.But what I do remember to this day is going down to Maine Road on the friday before the game , just walking in and watching the players train on the pitch and than the players coming over to sign my book.Mike Doyle say “where are you from ?” “Margate” “where the bl**dly hell Margate” !!!!!!Rod Marsh walking over to us doing keepie ups as he walked , than flicking the ball over his head ,catching it on his back, keeping it there as he signed my book. Magic.

My first ever game was a derby in 1971. My dad love him, is a red and one of his friends kindly took me to Salford to see the mighty reds! I was supposed to be a utd fan but when this guy dragged me (9 yrs old) away well before full time and City were thrashing utd 4-1 that was enough for me! On arriving home i wrote a letter to the stocky, powerful centre forward who scored a hat trick. I christened him “the King” and genuinely invited him to my house for tea! He wrote an unbelievable letter back to me with 2 signed programmes explaining it would be very hard for him to do this but thanking me personally. I’ll keep that letter till the day i die. The man i hear you ask?…. F H Lee. Long live the king!

I had been bugging my dad for a couple of years to take me to watch City but he was an admirer of The rags.
I was eight years old at the time and now know that money would have been quite tight, he eventually relented when we drew our hometown club Wigan Athletic in the third round of the F.A.Cup,at Maine Road on the 2nd Jan.
This was a big occasion for Wigan as they were then in the Northern Premier Non League.
There are a few things that stick in my mind about the day, the size of the ground and the immense block of green as we entered at the top of the Platt Lane stand,the size of the floodlights, the smells of tobacco and linament and of the game only two thing stand out,the amount of people that where there and the whole Platt Lane standing as one when they thought Wigan had equalised only to find that Big Joe had saved the shot due to the strikers boot splitting as he shot. From that day my dad finally saw the light and we started to travel to Maine Road on a regular basis and became season ticket holders a few years later, we also followed the blues all over the country and but for him I wouldn’t have had some great days following the boys and had the chance to meet some great friends, he is still with us but doesn’t get to the games now since the move from Maine Road he attended one season at COMS and then handed his season ticket over to my son who is nine, he has now taken his place and we go to every home game and as many aways as we can.
Thanks Dad and we will always be City ’til we die.