I remember my dad parking the car and walking towards the floodlights, my dad putting me in the kids queue for the Platt Lane end, the queue was much shorter than the dads, standing and waiting on the other side of the turnstyles as dad had instructed, waiting as hundreds of men with magnum style moustaches passed me, everyone looking like my dad, finally he came through and held my hand again, 10p for a programme, walkg through the tunnel in the corner and entering gods own arena for the first time, the Kippax packed, the small of piped tobacco, coloured wooden benches and dads vegatable soup at half time, full time and 6-0 to my new blue heroes, a life long love affair had begun, thank you Dad

I watched my first City game on norwegian TV in 1975. City in their beautiful skyblue shirts won 4-0 against Wolves. I was eight years old and had found my favourite club.

Baard Egil Dyrhol

I think 1975 we lost to Sheffield united at home 0 1, geoff Salmond scored direct from a corner. think Asa Hartfords and Dennis Tuerts debuts, may be 1974 any help?

Saturday 29 March 1975 Wolverhampton Wanders v Manchester City 1:0
My very first away game was a trip to Molineux to watch the side that I had supported since 1967-8 season. I attended the game with the Westbrook family (Who were Wolves fans) and their son and I took two wooden Ansells beer crates along to stand on to watch the match. We arrived early and meet some othe friends and us boys waited for the home team to arrive. I managed to get Derek Dougan’s and Willie Carr signatures on my programme. However that year my heart stopped when my star player Mike Summerbee left for Burnley. Colin Bell was my backstop as one of the greatest players that ever lived.

my first city game was the league cup 5 round against man u in 1975.the season we went on to win the cup.it had is highs and lows,obviously winng the match 4-1.but The Great Man himself,Colin Bells career was effectivley ended.For me,that game was the beginning of a love affair between myself and the city club who i have followed since.up or down,i have been there with the rest.CTID.XX

The sky was grey and it rained throughout the game. But none of this mattered because a 12 year old boy called Paul Cooper was watching his first ever City game. Shaking with anticiapation and expectation and clinging onto my programme I watched my beloved City win 4-0 against Newcatle United on Saturday 12th August 1975. My most vivid memeory was the rain, the noise of the Maine Road crowd, the smell of cigars which made the whole day seem like a special occasion, the contasting brilliant colors of City’s sky blue shirts and the green pitch against the grey clouds of Manchester and my very first programme which I tried to protect from the rain; and like my love of City I shall cherish it till the day I die. I will forward image separately

i was 7 years old and had been to many city games before with my uncle lennie but this game i can clearly remember maybe it was we were taking my kid brother who would have been 4 years old at the time for his first game.Birmingham city were our oposition that day i remember it being a damp cold novembers day but that doesn`t dampen your enthusiam for watching the blues, we had seats in the north stand and our kid was blown away with all the noise and the size of the pitch. the game sticks with me because of colin bell who on this cold day was the only player wearing long sleeves, he controlled the game from the centre of the pitch with no one getting near him on that muddy surface. that day city ran out 2-0 winners with the king getting both the goals . when the first one went in our kid covered his ears and fell down the back of his chair because of the increase in volume but another true fan was brought into the fold that day.

The heckles and hairs on the back of my neck as I walked into Maine Road. I watched Jimmy Grimble when it came out and his first experience of Maine Road when he walks into the Main Stand stand and sees the Kippax opporsit lit up by floodlights on a night game still makes me full of pride and fills me up because thats what I always got from the very special football ground, you know, just know when something is right for you.

My first game was a friends birthday, it was Novemeber 1975, i was 10 years old and mad about City, i remember freezing in the main stand but City won 2-1 against Spurs, Alan Oakes and Peter Barnes i recall!, afterwards we walked up Oxford Rd and had beans on toast, a real treat then!. The day was topped off as my parents lived next door to Pat Jennings brother!, we gave him so much stick that weekend!, brilliant memories.

Remember sneaking in at tree quater time. Colin Bell was stretchered off after a terribel clash with Martin Buchan? I then went round to the front of the ground after the game and saw Colin Bell leaving the ground on a strecther and going into an ambulance. The King was never the same again. I will never forget that horrible scene.