My first trip to Maine Road was against Wimbeldon, I was ten. I was dropped of by my mam with a drink and a cheese sandwich for half time. I was in the kippax. I remember walking up the steps and being blinded by the green in front of me it took my breath away. I remember everyone looking so big and the rain. It was an interesting afternoon with Mark ward scoring an equaliser for the blues but the most exciting moment of the game occurred when Steve McMahon hit the bar from 30 yards. That ooooh from the crowd, showed me that city fans are at one and I was one of them, Terry Collier.

I went to Maine Road for the first time, aged, 12 and was a Man Utd fan. After a pretty dismal 90 minutes of football, and a Mark Lillis penalty – I left converted as a City Fan, and immediatley started the transformation of my red coloured bedroom, into blue.

I saw the light, and the light was blue!

my first ever game i was taken to was man city – huddersfield 10-01 in november 86 there was 3 hattricks scored that day, i was 6 years old and i’ve been a follower ever since

my first city game was city v charlton ath maine road 1986 when city thrashed charlton 5-1 in the old division 2 and gained promotion that day simmo was awsome that day great day for all city faithfull great memories ctid keep the faith

1988 – My 1st game was against Bournemouth.We needed 3 points to gain promotion that day.3-0 up at half time we were cruising and everyone was in party mood.in typical city fashion we drew 3-3, unbelieveable.I should have known then what a rollercoaster ride it is to support my beloved City.

I did not go to the game but I remember as a 6 year old watching it on a black and white portable telly in the kitchen in our home in Chorlton. At the end my dad turned to me and said ‘Don’t worry son I will take you the next time we are at Wembley!’ I thought how cool was my dad but now I realise how clever he was…. I am hoping that my 5 year old now gets the chance to see more Wembley Finals than me!!!! (Just the one in ‘99) COME ON CITY!!!!

Boxing Day 1984 (just ‘celebrated’ my quarter century against Stoke!) Dad took me in the wooden Platt Lane benches. Was in absolute awe of the stadium, the crowd, and was deafened almost when Jim Melrose scored for City.

Nearly half time, Dad gives me some money for a drink, and I walk, backwards, up the tunnel, so not to miss any of the action, not noticing the enormous shadow about to cover me! Cue nine year old lad walking into the neck of huge horse!!

Needless to say, the idea of a drink quickly left me, and I sprinted back to my seat!

What a day!

Ipswich Town in the Full Members Cup, I finally persuaded my dad that I was old enough to sit through a full match. As a 7 year old, I instantly loved the Kippax, the clunking turnstiles, the stench of the outside loos, the ‘no alcohol past this point’ signs over the tunnel, the mystery of the abandoned staircases at the back (post-Hysel), the naughty words being shouted by men rolling up cigarettes, I was bamboozled by the whole experience, but I had no real idea what was going on during the game. I spent part of the second half cheering on Mick McCarthy, to whom I took an instant liking for some reason. I don’t remember much else but I do remember feeling the electricity around me when Varadi scored our second goal. We still lost 2-3, but I was hooked.

My dad took me to a few games after that, most of which were pretty awful, but it was him leaving me at home for the 10-1 the following season that really got me buzzing. Dad took me every week during our promotion season, and I’ll never forget the Bournemouth 3-3 and being sat anxiously watching the vidiprinter and the news that we’d clinched promotion at Valley Parade.

Dad bought me a season ticket for my first season in the top flight, and it was 21 years before I missed another home game after that.

Got a City top from the shop before the game the black and red away that was iin the sale bin then went into the ground. I remember the roar of the Kippax as we strolled on to a 2-0 win. Once a blue always a blue City City

I remember walking up the steps at the back of the Kippax and as i got to the top seeing the pitch laid out in front of me like the green baize of a snooker table.
With butterflies in my stomache i sat on the wall at the front of the kippax and the matched kicked off.
Within 3 minutes big Joe Corrigan was being taken from the pitch with a dislocated shoulder and Defender Bobby Mcdonald went in goal.
Bobby played a blinder.
Tueart put city in front and Bobby made save after save until the referee blew the final whistle.
City had won and gone top of the table due to bobby’s heroics in goal.
We didn’t stay top long and were relegated that season on the final game against Luton