My Sunday league went on the pitch to pick up a trophy that we had won, the match was against Grimsby, cant remember the score just remember the electric atmosphere and have been hooked ever since. The masses in the Kippax was a sight to savour however old you were.

MILK CUP 2nd round replay v torquay united – my first ever game and a night to remember……
I would have been about 8 years old in 1983. We left our house in urmston, my dad quickly grabbed the milk crate from our doorstep?! and we were on our way to MAINE ROAD Moss Side Manchester i could hardly wait.
The whole experience was exhilarating – the sound of the huge crowd, walking up to the stadium with all the other blues, glancing upwards towards the shockingly bright floodlights against the cold autumn sky, and then the long climb up the concrete steps to a packed to the rafters old kippax stand, and getting my first glimpse of the hallowed turf as the people cheered and sang. As in keeping with City fans humour and razor sharp match banter , fans were remarking about the milk crate my dad had been carrying. (for me to stand on!) – asking him “if we was with the sponsors of the cup tonight”! I had never seen my dad this popular before!
The game was a blur but i remember a hatrick and alot of goals.
(parlane (3), tolmie (2), Hoyland)
6-0
I was ABSOLUTELY a blue for life, Through good times and Bad. CTID
My younger brother COLIN however….
who was incidentally named after the CITY and ENGLAND legend, is a United fan (typical!)!!
- andy, 33 years (young)

Norwich, I was about 8/9 years old so it will be 1988/89 season, think we won 3-1. All i remember was the place was overwhelming. I had never seen that many people all in one place and my biggest memory of the day was a man a few rows in front of us, in the family stand at maine road, who spent the whole match waving a yellow banana. The cheering and singing was so uplifting. For a 9 year old it was an amazing experience and i’ve been hooked since. My favorite player of the time was Paul Lake until he got injured, what a shame. To this day my brother still laughs at the big grin on my face when the boys walk out the tunnel, nothing beats the feeling of excitement and anticipation at the start of a match. Maine Road lives on in all of us but lets make our memories turn our new house into a home.

1-1, awful game, my main memory was that Ipswich missed a penalty.

Awful game like I say, seem to remember being very bored but was hooked from that moment on.

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 ever game at Man City was the game vs. Stoke City in the 1986 / 87 season. Being a six year old, I remember odd things about the experience but (some would say thankfully) little about the actual football. I remember being utterly overwhelmed when entering the Main Stand. I had never seen so many people in one place. I can remember saying to my dad that there must be “At least a thousand people” in the ground. Given that I was six and a thousand was the biggest number I could imagine, you get the idea that the place was pretty full! I also remember the great sweeping noise of a stadium full of people roaring on a football match. It was enough to make you think you could take off and float away just on the noise itself. I even remember the lads my dad sat with (who must’ve been regulars) making a right fuss of me and making sure that I could see what was going on. Out of everything though, my most enduring memory was of the scoreboard. At the time it used to play several animations when certain things happened on the pitch. The one I remember seeing that day was every time a player missed by miles when shooting on goal, the scoreboard would play a little animation of a tank blasting a football over the crossbar and off into the distance. To this day there has never been a more apt display on a scoreboard anywhere! Needless to say the experience was enough to bring me back time and time and time again.

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

Believe it or not, my first game wasn’t at Maine Road. I’d been taken to Old Trafford by my dad to see United play Birmingham and can still remember the distinct lack of atmosphere within the ground, i didn’t ask to go and see them again. The next season, my dad took me to Maine Road to watch City, i still had no particular allegiance to any one team, i was 8 years old.

It was 26th September 1981, City were playing Spurs. As i type these words, i can vividly recall how unbelievably excited i was as i walked up to the ground, the buzz of the crowd, the push and shove, rickety old turnstiles, the old boys selling programmes, pies and hot bovril and me and my dad. As we sat down in the main stand i turned to my dad and asked him if we could come again, his response still amuses me now…”the game’s not started yet son, wait til you’ve seen the whole game”.

I knew i didn’t need to wait for anything, this was my club, my home, my love and still is. I’m 36 now, it’s been one hell of a ride but i’m still thankful to my dad for taking me to Maine Road that day. Incidentally, the score was 0 – 1 to Spurs.

I remember my Uncle Eric (rip) bringing me to City at home to Stoke City in 1987 against my father’s wishes (he’s a red). He bought be a Big Banana (still got it) and I sat on his shoulders and cheered the Blues on to a 3-1 win. I was only five at the time and haven’t looked back since.

That was the first City game I attended at Maine Road. As a young lad of 8 years old it was my first memory of big league football. Going to the ground was amazingly exciting and an adventure in itself. Seeing the imposing height of the main stand and hundreds, no thousands of people milling around the gates was awe inspiring. Going through the gates and into Maine Road for the first time was a joy. I can still remember the unique smell of that ground which I experienced for the first time that day.

The most breathtaking element of my first game was walking up the flights of stairs and seeing the glorious Maine Road pitch for the first time. It literally took my breath away. All my dreams had come true. This was only topped when the crowd went wild with singing and chanting when we scored. With a mixture of slight fear and delight this 8 year old was hooked on football for life. I saw many fans carrying big inflatable bananas and I instantly knew I wanted one as soon as I got out of the ground. I was already part of the unique breed that is the quirky and loyal city support after 90 minutes.

As for the game itself, well I was so consumed with everything that was going on around me that the game is difficult to remember. I know that Paul Lake swallowed his tongue and lie motionless for a long time. As for the result. I know we hammered them – was it 4-2 or 5-2? I can’t remember!