My first game at Maine Road on 28th September 1974(QPR) was also my first Saturday job the day after my 12th birthday when I was asked to work in one of the kiosks in the Kippax selling snacks and “maxpax.” Being from a blue family and living round the corner it was like a dream. If we tilled up quickly we could watch the second half for free. But the game got a bit tasty and so did the fans and it got very rowdy near our kiosk and being the “wet behind the ears,” grammar school girl, I asked to be moved and for the next 5 years I served the “elite” including sports commentators, the police and executives in the Main Stand. (The tips were great!) We also won that day 1 -0!

Would have been 1974/5 season…I was 10 years old…We, my cousin Terry(she) and I travelled to the ground from Gorton in the back of my uncle George’s Zephyr..He smoked a cigar and wore a big ol sheepskin coat just like Malcolm Allison used to…My dad and George had seen City win everything and they were the font of all knowledge to do with City as far as I was concerned..Listening to their pre match chat was as much a part of the experience as anything..They were always unshakeable in their belief that not only would we win but we would do so in style…I remember walking from the car and seeing thousands of City fans stroll along Claremont Road…It was amazing…we queue’d up, went through the turnstiles and climbed up the back side of the Kippax…I will never forget that first glimpse of the Maine Road turf and the sound coming from the Kippax…I looked at my Dad and smiled…this was the best day ….ever and he was gonna be my hero from here on in…It was brilliant to be a City fan.We won 4-2.

I followed the family tradition and supported City from birth. (1966) I was too young to remember who we played that first time I went. My Dad played rugby for the Old Aldwinians but two dodgy knees had consigned him to the third team! He held the record until the new millenium for scoring four tries in one match. Not enough players turned up on this particular Saturday so he said, “We’ll go and see City”
I remember pushing our way into the crowded Kippax about five minutes after kick off. I couldn’t see too much but the noise and the atmosphere made my hair stand on end. Afterwards we went to his mates to watch the footy results, as usual (much more exciting when all teams played on Saturday!)
When he did get a game of rugby I would run the line. After the match I would get in the circular bath with the players to get clean. Then after meat and potato pie, chips and beans I would serve behind the bar. The players showed their appreciation by buying me a pint of shandy or even a pint of best from time to time (Stones if I remember rightly). How times have changed!! Anyway, I was born in Ancoats but had to move to Bristol when I was 13. I still try to get up to my spiritual home and to see my family several times a year. City till I die.

I’d seen the reserves loads of times but on the way to my first ‘proper game’ My Dad suggested that he fancied Barney Daniels to get a couple. We were playing Leicester City in November 1974 and I was there because my Dad’s mate couldn’t make it. I sat high up in Block H of the Main Stand. When the players ran out the first thing that struck me was that our Blue shirts looked a different shade to the one I had at home. They were a beautiful colour.

Within a minute, Dennis Tueart had scored but Leicester equalised. The next two goals were scored by City and the scorer? Barney Daniels. Keeping in mind that they were the only goals he ever scored for us, just how did the ‘awld feller’ know? Another remarkable thing my Dad could do, was go and insist that the players came back out for the second half when I was getting bored with waiting. “I’ll just nip down to the dressing room and tell them to come back out”, he’d tell me. A minute or so later the players would jog onto the pitch, and then soon after Dad would come back to the seats. I genuinely thought he was a man of huge influence at City. I was thirty four before I realised he didn’t have special access to the changing rooms!

Anyways up, my hero Colin Bell added a fourth and the match was shown on MoTD, which was extra special in a time when only a couple of games were shown each week.
A goal inside a minute, and a 4-1 win, I thought it would always be like that. What happened?

My first game was at Maine Road against Wolves in December 1974 aged 13. As I walked around the front of the ground with my school mate, for the junior entrance to the kippax and looking slightly lost, we were stopped by a steward and given complimentary tickets for the front row of the North Stand. The game ended 0-0 but I got to see my heroes close up and could hear every word they shouted at each other. An unforgettable day, all because of a kind steward who spotted two “lost souls” and gave a helping hand!

My Dad, a Wolves fan, took me to see Wolves v City at Molineux I think he was trying to get me to follow the Wolves. City won 4-0. Dennis Tuart scored a fantastic overhead Goal. I have been a City Fan ever since that memorable day.

My first game was in February 1974, my friend and I had said we would go and watch City, but we went and picked a league cup semi final against Plymouth Argyle! We were 14 at the time and the queues were amazing, one kind soul got us near the front of the queue to go into the Kippax near to the North Stand. We ended up coming up the steps in the corner, what I saw was just breath taking with the floodlights on and the immense noise from all around the ground, it is something that will never ever leave me and I can conjure it up in my mind whenever I doubt my sanity at supporting City, then I know why I have paid for a season ticket every year since, it is love, plain and simple. We won 2-0 and were at Wembley.

my first game was the league cup final 1974
i was 10 years old and we had tickets in the Wolves end. me and my dad
went home on the losing side of a 2-1 score line but came back 2 years later to win by the same score v newcastle.

My first manchester city game was against west ham united on 17th august 1974 and I was 8 years old.
It was a glorious sunny day and I was with my dad my grandad and my younger brother.
I was so excited when paying at the turnstiles and picking up my match programme and looking at the team sheet.
We made are way to sit down in the platt lane,and the players were warming up on the pitch,you could almost touch them.
Colin bell, Mike Summerbee, Mike Doyle all my heroes and the opposition Clyde Best, Frank Lampard, Billy Bonds.
What a fantastic day and we won 4-0.
That was the day i fell in love with Manchester City and now take my own children.
-Tony

My first ever City game, 9 years old, my dad bought me a City scarf on the way to the ground, some United fans were planning to relieve me of it (but my dad was a boxer from Ancoats so they thought better of it!!!!), still got the programme (priced 6p!) from the day, and Dennis Law scored the only goal,I can remember holding my scarf aloft in the Scoreboard End seats.As a kid, I didnt realise the enormity of the result in terms of what it meant to Manchester football. Happy days! Happy to be Blue – Sean