My first ever time watching the Blues was on a derby day at Old Trafford when I was a 12 year old who had won an art competition on the old Granada TV football show “Kick Off”. The prize was a matchday of your own choice with Bobby Charlton as your chaperone.Obviously I chose a City game and it was arranged to be the derby game.On the morning of the match I was dropped off by taxi at Old trafford and after a few bemused looks by people with me asking them: “do you know where Bobby Charlton is?” eventually a flustered Granada official turned up and ushered us upstairs to meet Bobby and his wife where we were to have a prematch meal. So there was me a young City fan sat at this dining table when in walked Bobby and his wife.We were introduced and everything and then in walked Dennis Law and he shook my hand and said “are you red or are you blue?” and once he had heard my answer he winked and said to me “you will do for me” and then proceeded to sit next to me.After a few minutes waiting around, in walked Sir Matt Busby to take his place at the table and Law introduced me mentioning that “he is a City fan,Sir Matt!”So after a look round the changing rooms and such, it was time to wait in the tunnel for the teams to come out for kick-off and out walked City and I am sure I was nearly crying with pride and excitement as the players walked towards me.After patting each one on the back I took my seat with Bobby and his wife in the stand and after a few autograph hunters coming over to Bobby we settled down to watch the match.The game kicked off and I just had to pinch myself to make sure I wasnt dreaming.The game was just getting warmed up when City broke down the right wing and Ranson crossed over for Reeves to head in for City.I jumped up high out of my seat shouting “YES!” and after suddenly remembering where I was and who I was with quickly sat down again but Bobby realising my precidament said in a shot: “go on lad get up and cheer, your alright son”in which i will never forget.United eventually equalised to my dismay but Bobbys delight and the game ended in a draw. After post match interviews and meetings with City players including Trevor Francis,Kevin Reeves,Alex Williams and Tony Coton to name just a few it was time to say goodbye to Bobby and his missus.So I soon found myself back in the taxi on the way back home to Collyhurst and all that I wanted and dreamed of was to be one of them Blue shirted heroes that I had met in the flesh that day.

my first memory is sketchy but it was against ipswich town and all i can remember was getting separated from my dad and ending up getting a ride on a police horse it was great. then in 1986 the entire club from peter swales down sent me a get well card when i was really ill and that made my day. come on you blues

i remember being taken by my older brothers to watch my first match. We stood in the kippax stand quite near the front. Seeing the players up close hearing the noise of the crowd, the cold, the smells (even the bad ones), from there on in i was blue!!!! damn i miss maine rd!!

I remember being so excited when a neighbour, Keith, who was a County fan really, offered to take me to see this game.

I was only 9 and the memory of walking up the steps in the Main Stand and my first real view of the grass is etched in my mind.

The greenest, most beautiful grass I’d ever seen!

Villa were champions that season and took a 2 goal lead but City, with players I’d only ever seen on TV or on footy cards or stickers roared back into life and I think Dennis Tueart scored twice to grab a draw.

Corrigan, Tueart, Power, Caton. They seemed like Gods to me.

Nearly 30 years and hundreds of games later each match is just like the first one for tension and excitement.

You never know what’s going to happen next here.

It’s the best addiction anyone could ever have: knowing that you’re a Blue forever.

I remember being taken to my first City game. It was against spurs and it came at a time that had seen city have an awful start to the season without a win in their first 12 league games. Spurs were sitting mid-table and looked a pretty decent team. However, despite City having an awful season so far, the blues turned out in numbers for this wednesday night game and the kippax was in good voice. We played spurs off the park in an excellent 3-1 win. I had been taken to old trafford the week before to see man united draw 3-3 with aston villa. That is the only time I have ever stepped inside old trafford since, apart from when City were playing in the derbies. There is something magical about city that grips you and and grows inside you. Some say its a bad thing, but I love city and hope to see us win a trophy some time soon. Just so my kids can see that my years of undying support have not been in vein.

My first game was Ciry v Sunderland at Maine Road 1980. My dad took me and we sat on the woodern seats in the Platt Lane end. The one thing i remember was what a great atmosphere and noise generated by the Kippax and i ask my dad for a cup of tea as it was so cold, by the time he got back City had scored 2 goals and he wasn’t too pleased he missed them! But we won and that was all that mattered.

I was 6 years old when my Dad decided I was old enough to attend my first City game. It was against Bristol City on April 19th. We went with our next door neighbour Ron, in his old Talbot Sunbeam. I had been supplied with an enormous bag of swwets to keep me occupied incase I was bored. It was a warm, sunny day and we sat in the North Stand, quite close to the front. To be honest, I remember very little of the game, but I am reliably informed that we won 3-1 with goals from Michael Robinson, Kaz Deyna and Dennis Tueart.
I loved the atmosphere more than the football at that age and I remember watching the Kippax rather than the football most of the time. – Anthony

Aston Villa at Maine Road on 23rd August 1980. I was 7 years old.
Driving to the ground with a City scarf flying from the car window.
A gang of kids asking my Grandad to ‘mind his car’.
The hustle and bustle of going through the turnstiles and being asked by some young kid if he could ‘double up’ with me.
My Grandad buying me a programme.
Walking up the steps of the North Stand and being gobsmacked by the size of the pitch.
Being given sweets by my Grandad’s mates.
The singing.
Peter Withe scoring at my end to put Villa ahead.
Looking up at all the grown ups around me stood up cheering when City scored.
Getting home and reading my programme over and over again whilst ‘Jim’ll fix it’ was on the tele.
Happy days.
Nearly 700 games later and I’m still going strong and have just taken my son to his first game. My late Grandad has a lot to answer for ! Rest in Peace ‘Big Friend’.