My first game was November 1977 and was a game where both sides were packed with internationals,but my biggest memory of the day was walking to my seat from one of the tunnels in the North Stand to come face to face with The Kippax and the crescendo of noise that was generated by both sets of fans,clutching my match programme and my bovril!
We lost the game 3-2 but i was hooked and 31 years on the passion remains the same in me now as it did then as it now does in my own son.

Aged 12, my brother took me to my first game v\’s Leicester City at Maine Road. I was put onto the wall with the other kids, and told to keep my ears covered when we attacked, as the noise from the crowd when we scored a goal would be loader than anything else I would ever hear. I sat petrified with my ears being constantly covered awaiting the imfamous goal and ensuing noise. The score? …nil a piece!! I was hooked as I wanted to go again as I hadn\’t heard “the noise” – the rest is history. They will always be the most important thing in my life (apart from my wife and son Michael), something that once hooked, you just can\’t let go. CTID

Around christmas ‘77 me and my mates went to city for the first time (not realising the importance at the time).
We walked down Lloyd street and saw a giant building appear before us, the streets were packed on either side with blues everywhere you looked.
We went round to the Kippax turnstiles and went in at the kids entrance.
Inside I stood at the foor of the mile of stairs leading up the back of the stand and thought it wood take too long to go up them and we would miss the match (I was just ten and had never seen anything so big, it was a long time ago). we went round to the side and made our way towards the corner flag neat the north stand. I do not remember much about the first half apart from the noise.
The second half started and at some point The King returned, there seemed like electricity passed through everyone but I did not know what was happening, I looked around and it was the first time I had ever seen grown men cry it was so strange so I asked one of them what was wrong and he said “god is here” and lifted me onto the wall and pointed out Colin Bell and said “there just watch”. I have never felt emotions like that before and ever since I have been hooked and the next season I got my first season ticket and have been all over the country up and down the leagues from elations going to wembly (even though we haven’t won), beating Huddersfield 10-1 and stuffing the reds most of the time to despair and depression in the second division I have been Hooked on City and since My first game and my passion is still as strong, the one expresion that sums up the past 30 years I have been going is “Typical City”.

my first City game was in 1977. I had narrowly missed out on the trip to Wembley the year before as I was deemed “too young” at 7 years old. So I was taken to Maine Rd for the game against West Ham, I remember sitting in the Platt Lane end with my dad, looking over at the Kippax and thinking that the noise was unbelievable. All I remember from the game was that we won 4.2 and Mike Doyle scored in his own net….I think I was the only one in the Platt Lane who cheered…my dad had to explain to me that it didn’t count…I was hooked ever since!!

My first ever game was with my brother-in-law Tommy Parker, and our kid, Bill. It was a cold winters day and the pitch was covered in snow. I distinctly remember the orange ball and we won 2-1.

The City team were blessed with household names – Corrigan, Marsh, Bell, Watson, Booth, Lee – oh what a side and football was so free flowing. The old Maine Rd rocked with singing and the smell of cigars! Those were the days!

My first match as an 18 year old was at a packed Maine Road on the 26th of December 1977. It was the first time I was over in Manchester after starting to support the club a year before. The journey up to the North was one to remember. A stormy boat trip that got me seasick, no public transport from Harwich to Manchester, being dropped in London, arranging a lift with a few lads who were also going North, and getting of at an empty Manchester Piccadilly 28 hours after I left home in the Netherlands.
City played Newcastle and one mr. Colin Bell made his long awaited return from injury. As a small guy I didn’t get to see a lot from deep inside the Kippax, but the roaring was so immense. Than at half time with the score 0-0, Colin Bell came on and made the game historical for everyone inside the ground. I still can’t believe that particular game was my first and, so far, the best I can remember. How lucky I was (and still am) to be a Manchester City-fan.

My Dad and next door neighbour Ray took me to my 1st game. It was Good Friday (8th April) 1977, vs Leeds Utd with nearly 48000 passionate fans crammed into Maine Rd. i’d never heard anything like it. Kidd scored both goals in a 2-1 win. 2nd game was 1st day of the following season. a borefest against Leicester 0-0. Still riding the blue rollercoaster and loving every minute (almost).

My first City game came on the 7th May 1977 City v Tottenham Hotspur.

As an eight-year-old kid I remember getting the buzz prior to arriving with my dad and his friends having the banter on the way in the car. On walking into the stadium, seeing the crowd and the pitch I almost burst into tears, as I’d never heard such noise or seen such a crowd and remembering my dad picking me up to see if I was OK!

And that day I witness Peter Barnes at his best as he dummied the mighty Pat Jennings, sending him to the ground before slotting the ball into the back of the Tottenham goal! The final score had been five nil with goals from Tommy Booth, Dennis Tueart, Peter Barnes, Asa Hartford and Brian Kidd.

Then going full circle I brought my five-year-old son to last seasons Portsmouth game and on entering the stadium he burst into tears and I had to pick him up and see if he was OK and realised that he’d got the buzz in the same way I did back in 1977…

1977-Wolves at home – 8 YEARS OLD.
Went with my older brother and dad who insisted on us getting seats. We Sat in the mainstand,WE lost 0-2 but I Spent the match looking round the crowd in awe anyway?Being so close to so many people in one place, who loved the same team as me ,my family and my mates- blew me away.I am just in the process of passing on the “bug” to my three kids! I

My dad was not a football fan and my elder brother was a red. However, an old man across the road was a big blue and he took me to see City vs Leicester at Maine Road in a league match in 1977. It was a lovely day we sat in The North Stand and could see Helen Turner ringing her famous bell. City were in all blue, the stadium was full with a crowd of about 45,000. We had a great team then and thrashed Leicester 5-0 with Brian Kidd scoring four of the goals. To cap it all it was on ‘Match of the Day’ that night. That was it I was hooked. In many ways it’s been downhill since in terms of performance but the love affair began and 40 years later I’m still going to see the beloved Blues.