My first game was March 1970, taken to Maine Road by my uncle, a Utd fan. The pitch looked like a mud flat, the sky was a typical Manchester day. Not a great game for City. Jimmy Greaves had just joined West Ham from Tottenham and he scored twice. Worse was to follow. Joe Corrigan collected the ball and dispatched a kick down field. Before he could get back between the posts Ronnie Boyce had volleyed the ball straight into the net.
The start of a life long affair. Come on City our time has come. I hope!!

When I was young my Mam would not let me go to the footie. I remember my first game like it was yesterday. Me and a mate wnet to Maine Road to watch the Blues v Boro. I was only 14 and did not know what to expect. We walked up the stairs at the back of the Kippax and saw the pitch for the 1st time, a truely awesome sight. We sat on the bar over the old Piccadilly radio 261 sign but a lesson was soon to be learnt. Booth opened the scoring with and the crowd surged forward. I was pushhed off the bar and fell on some poor bloke. I apolgised and ran back to my mate. I never sat on the bars again. Gerry Armstrong (I Think) score two for Boro and it looked all over. We left the ground about five minutes before the end only to hear a massive roar. We ran back in through the gates between the Main & North Stands to see the players congratualting Tueart. My love for CITY took on a whole new dimension. My Mam found out that I had been to the game and grounded me. It had a happy ending though as she made mt Dad take me from thern on. Needless to say 30 years on I nearly always stay to the final whistle.

15th Sept 1976 I was aged 6 and this was the night I became a true blue. My late Dad had been going for years and was at wembley to see that great Dennis Tueart over head kick,easily the best goal scored at wembley, well after Paul Dickov.
I was bloodied at Maine road that night,the air was cool, the steam and smoke rose over that bright green pitch, and set the perfect scene, WOW!! look at those sky blue shirts I thought, my heart pounded, the hairs stood on my neck to the City theme (still does now!) I kicked every ball,and saw my hero wearing 11 (Tueart)skin the full back in black and white stripes over and over again,I loved every minute seeing CITY win 1 nil, I cried when they beat us away 2 nil! typical CITY ..thats when I knew CITY was in my blood, and there is nothing I could do about it.
I post this in memory of my late father Phil DEAR who passed away in 2001.
thanks DAD for that night!

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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

my first game was rodney marsh’s debut v chelsea with tommy booth scoring the only goal.i remember climbing the old steps up to the back of the old kippax and reaching the top to be blown away by the greeness of the pitch and the whiteness of the goalposts – let battle begin! like history repeating itself with marsh in the team we stuffed everyone at home 3-0 or 4-0 at home and lost by the same scores away until he left and we were a team again – remind you of anyone!

My school friend’s Dad had tried to get us into The Swamp for his son’s birthday but they were full so we ended up in the Main Stand as City & Wolves fought out a muddy 0-0 draw. I dimly remember a goal-bound shot stopping dead in the mud on the goal line only for Wolves to clear before any blue shirt could slide it into the net. I was 10 at the time & already a Blue.

My first game was the League Cup Semi Final in 1976. I was only 5 1/2 at the time, but Dad thought it was time for me to be blooded! I remember being in absolute awe of Peter Barnes. We smashed them 4-0 and I thought “this is definitely team for me, it must be like this all the time.” How wrong can you be!! Hopefully with the new owners in place we will have those exciting times back very soon. Whatever happens though, through thick or thin, we are all, and ALWAYS will be, City till we die.

I was 9 when I attended my first City game with my Dad and older brother. I remember we sat towards the front of the Main Stand on the bench seats. City won 3-2. I particularly remember the City forward line of Summerbee Bell Lee Marsh and Law which I still think to this day takes some beating. I was hooked!……..

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

Living just off Maine Road in Moss Side, I was brought up with Manchester City and loved the atmosphere on match days. I used to look out of the window watching all the crowds go by and listening for the cheers once the match had started. Finally, aged 7, I got the chance to go to a game with my family. We sat in the Platt Lane end on the wooden bench seats. I remember walking to our seats and thinking how huge the place was. I don’t remember who we were playing but I got the bug from that day on and from the age of 10, I used to pay my £1.80 with my friend to get into the Kippax. We couldn’t see anything so used to ask someone to lift us on the sides of the tunnels and sit on there for the whole game. We had a great view! Later, I became a season ticket holder and have supported City all my life. I don’t live near Maine Road anymore but have some great memories of it.