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

I had no chance on ever supporting any other club I’m named after colin bell and francis lee (first name colin, middle name lee, thank god my mum said no to colin bell lee eh!)
My first game was City V Ipswich in 1982, I dont remember to much about that game we drew 1-1 asa hartford scored for us, but my second game sticks clear in my mind even now, 1985 last game of the season. We beat Charlton 5-1. It was a really warm day and I managed to get sat on the wall at the front of the Kippax best view in the ground atmosphere and noise makes the hairs on the back of my neck stand up now just thinking about it! really enjoyed the day apart from my dad making us leave with 5 minutes to go and we missed the last goal and the celebrations!! since then I’ve never left early even when were playing terrible!!!

My dad and uncle took me to my first game in May 1982 when I was 8 years old, we plyerd Coventry City, Joe Corrigan had hurt his neck and Alex Williams played in goal. Unfortunately we lost 3-1. I sat in the main stand and remember looking across at the Kippax which seemed to have a life of its own the way all the people swayed about. I thought then, that is where I want to be, and from as soon as my mum and dad would let me at about age 13 I stood on the kippax right next to the away supporters, the atmosphere was amazing, and when City scored you could end up along way from where you started as everybody jumped around, I loved it. I am now 35 and have stood or sat in the kippax (or east stand as it now is) for over 20 years and wouldn’t want to be anywhere else when City are playing.

My Dad decided to take me to the last game of the season in 1991 against Sunderland. A ritual which we repeated for the next 4 years, my dad used to write a letter a month before requesting tickets along with a cheque! A far cry from the current online ticket system – your be pleased to know I buy my dads tickets now!!

Driving up from Shrewsbury my dad explained how important this game was for both sides, if Sunderland lost they got relegated, and if City won we would finish above United. This was quite hard as a 9 year old to comprehend, let alone realise the importance given my allegiance to City.

I can remember the noise each time we scored, and the noise of the Sunderland supporters, who sang incessantly the entire game. At half time my Dad took me to the toilet , where I joined in to what seemed like 500 people singing ‘If you all hate Man United clap your hands’ something which I told all my school mates on Monday morning!.

We won 3-2 with Niall Quinn scoring 2, and David White getting one. Still my favourite game, and will be until next time we are pride of Manchester – which will come!

(In the picture is my fiance, her dad thinks she supports Liverpool!)

In February 1982 I was taken to Old Trafford by my now husband who has only visited Old Trafford on this one occasion. He has been a season ticket holder at Manchester City for over 30 years. He took me because it was not long after we had met and at the time I was (dare I say it) an armchair red. It ended in a 1-1 draw and the tension was incredible. From that moment on I knew if my relationship with him was to blossom then something had to give. I became a blue from then onwards and have held my season ticket since 1983. I don’t have one ounce of regret. We were married in 1985 and our son, who was born in 1988, also holds a season ticket.

We love you City we do!

The picture is of my husband holding Roy Little’s FA Cup medal.

My Dad was a lapsed blue, and was determined not to inflict his obsession on me. For over a decade I badgered him to take me to match. Finally he took me to a mid week game ( I think it was Luton), where we stood on the Kippax, watching the dullest nil nil draw. He assumed that would be the end of my City fanaticism but he couldn’t have been more wrong. I was hooked. He passed on the baton and 27 years later I’m still here with family. My Dad only went to Maine Road one more time before he died.But he took me to that all important first game. For that I am forever grateful.

this was first game my dad took me to we sat in the north stand and what a game it was brill and been a blue ever since i met my wife mandy at a city match and are first date was man city v blackpool in 80s in the fa cup and now our children coe to the matches with us we are all season ticket holders in the north stand

My first game was a loss at home to Coventry City. It did not put me off one bit. City til I die!

My first game was in October 1982, at home in the 3-2 win over Coventry City. I was only 11 at the time, and Dad would never have let me go alone – so I went with a neighbour, Stuart. I remember looking at the results in the newspaper the following day and proudly thinking, “I was there”. Later that season I thought that I was City’s lucky charm, as I went to the 2-0 win over Southampton … and that was it – a 100% record. Didn’t last for long, though!

My first live game was against Luton in 82-83 season. 0-1 and relegated, but I was stood in the Kippax and could tell i was home. I believe we dont choose City, City chooses us……..