My first taste of live football was in the 70s. My late father was a great football fan and supported Plymouth Argyle. I became a footbll fan watching the 1966 world cup with Dad.
City played Plymouth Argyle in a cup match and I was so excited because Dad took me to see it – my first live game. Naturally I supported City because Dad supported Argyle. I can’t remember the date but it would have been in the late 60s, early 70s.I have supported City ever since. My favourite players were Francis Lee and Colin Bell. I had a real schoolgirl crush on Frannie and sent him valentine cards. The club always replied on his behalf and sent me team autographs. (he never replied personally much to my disappointment!)
I don’t get the chance to go to live games much these days, but am excited because I shall be coming to the last game of the season against Bolton. my first trip to the new stadium!! Perhaps Frannie can be there to meet me??!!

D Tueart scissor kick at wembley plus P Barnes 2 beat newcastle in league cup final, iwas full of ale.

My dad was on short time in the early 70s and couldn’t afford to take his football-mad son to a football match. Fortunately, my best mate and his dad were regulars at City. They took me to the first game of the 73/74 season against Birmingham. Sat on the wheel arch in the back of a Servis van with no windows, there was great anticipation during the journey. I remember noticing the huge crowds and my first sight of the stadium was fantastic. We sat in the Platt Lane Stand – purple seats with painted white dividers to identify your seat. I don’t remember the game too much but I know we won. I was hooked and always looked forward to the next games. The season is notorious for our part in United’s relegation (and why not?) but for me it was the start of a long and loving relationship that is a strong as ever today.

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.

CTID

my first game was city v spurs and a certain ussie ardeles and ricky villa wasplaying ther 1st game for spurs and iwas on holiday in blackpool and my wife was 8 mths pregnantand my love affair with city was to strong so i was at maine rd for the game the result was fantastic city 2/ spurs nil

I can’t actually remember whether this was in the 71-72 or the 72-73 season. At the time I was a student at Manchester Uni. and was living in a Young Ones style house just off Lloyd St. South. I’d been a follower of Crystal Palace previously but living so close to Maine Rd I thought it might be diplomatic to at least to pretend to be a City fan.City at the time were in the middle of their legendary ‘purple patch’ and were recognised as one of the top clubs in the country. This brilliant match made me a fan on the spot, and subsequent visits to see games against West Brom (3-0 I think) and a spectacularly violent Manchester Derby match which we won 3-1 confirmed my decision. I’ve been a City fan ever since, through thick and (mostly) thin. City will, I’m sure, rise to the heights again, but I feel privileged to have watched them in their great days, and hope that my son will experience them in their Second Golden Age!

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

Boxing Day, 1977. My Dad takes me into the North Stand to watch City play Newcastle. We won 4-0. But the memory remains dedicated to the return of the Legend Colin Bell. He came on as sub after that injury. Grown men stood around me. Crying. Only Wembley 1999 has come anywhere close to what I experienced that day. Mesmorised and addicted, I am blue forevermore. Thanks Najinsky, and thanks Dad for taking me to Maine Road!

I had been a fan of City as a schoolboy in the 60’s reading their exploits in the newspapers but mainly as a reaction to my dad being a Utd fan but did not actually go to Maine Road till I was about 14yrs when a school friend Steve Garner and his dad took me. We used to always park near Hough End and walk through the park to the ground. I remember with genuine amazement walking into the stand and seeing the size of the pitch, how green it was, and how big Joe Corrigan was, he filled the goal. We got beat of course 2-0 I think but that did not matter I knew then that I was hooked. There really is only one City and once bitten thats it, you are hooked for life, good times and bad.

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