I like to think of myself as a huge City fan. My dad and I have followed City for years everywhere, from Bournemouth to Belgium. But when I think of my first game I am sad to say I cannot remember it.
When I think of the early days of supporting City I just have flash backs to certain memories and feelings. I started watching City in the early to mid eighties. City were in the old second division.

One of the earliest memories I have is beating Charlton 5-1 to gain promotion back to division one. I remember being sat in the Platt Lane Stand with the long wooden benches.

If I close my eyes now I can go back there.

I can see the front of the Platt lane over flowing with people, I had been to see City before but never had I seen the ground so full or noisy. As I look to my right I can see the Kippax running the length of the massive green Maine Road pitch the sun beating down creating large shadows across the grass.
I feel the butterflies in my stomach I had that day still now. I remember Paul Simpson celebrating one of the City goals in the net in front of Platt Lane. A true blue Simo.

At the end of the game the crowd streamed on to the pitch, my dad and I included. We nicked a bit of the pitch that is still in our back garden today. Sorry Stan! (Gibson)

Little did I know that day what would lie ahead in supporting City, the affect the club would have on my life. Inflatable banana’s, fancy dress, invisible men, 10- 1 wins 8-1 defeats, relegation, promotion, Swales out – Franny in, 14 managers, Kinkladze, grasping defeat from the jaws of victory, division 3, That Dickov goal at Wembley, The fans on the hill at Blackburn, feed the goat, the last derby win at Maine Road, Eastlands, Thai owners, Arab owners, Robinho…The ride continues.

i cant actually remember the exact date or opponent of my first game,although i think it might have been oxford united. what i can remember is the excitement of the train journey, the walk up to the ground,the buzz of the fans which seemed so much better than it is today and the walk up the kippax tunnel and seeing the pitch for the first time, the result, 2-1 to city with both goals for us scored in added time!! typical city

Wednesday 11th Nov 1981 , My dad finally agreed to take me after a long time asking , It was a cold evening , we sat in the Platt lane Stand. the result was 3 – 1 (Tueart 2 , Mcdonald 1) att 21139. this was the start of a addiction which i have to this day , Maine Road became a second Home to me although the new stadium was needed the memories of Maine Road and My First City game will never fade.

I had finally convinced my Mum to let a family friend take me to Maine Road for a game. I was 12 years old and waited excitedly. It was 2pm, then 2.30pm…the game was approaching and I was wondering where my lift was. Nearly in tears, he finally arrived and we eventually made it to Maine Road and the game, about 20 minutes after kick off. Relieved to finally be at the ground, we went into the North Stand corner next to the Main Stand to watch the 0-0 draw with Oldham Athletic. The start of a lovely (if sometimes strained) relationship with my club.

Cant remember the exact year I was about 10, We had played pretty badly and were 1-0 down with about 5 minutes to go, then Stevie Redmond and Trevor Morley scored twice in the last few minutes and the place went wild. My first game was an emotional rollercoaster that ive been riding for 20 years now. CTID

I may have my facts completely wrong but this is what I tell anyone who is remotely interested. My first City game was in 1987 against Arsenal. We beat them 3-0 and were relegated the same day. I’ve never checked the facts because I like the “typical City” story. Ever the optimist (you have to be) I’m hoping “typical City” in the future will reflect my daughter’s experience (pictured at her first match). Her record to date is 3 City games – 3 victories – 12 goals for and 1 goal against.

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 very clearly my first time at City. From me and my dad getting a lift off my uncle. To paying the little kids a bit of money to ‘mind the car’. Just the buzz of the place was almost overwhelming. I had my blue and white scarf on and instantly felt at home. I walked through the tunnel under the Kippax and will never forget my first glimpse of the hallowed Maine Rd turf. I admit I was pretty scared as I was surrounded by loads of adults but I felt part of a community. There will never be a better feeling than standing on the Kippax cheering on my heroes. The game itself was pretty good as well..We beat QPR 2-0

It was 1986 and I can’t even remember who we were playing. It was a night game, I remember that much, it was bloody cold and I was sat with my family on those nice benches in Platt Lane. The atmosphere and look of the place with the floodlights on in the drizzle was magical.

I don’t even remember the result but I assume we lost because the only thing I do remember was that my Mum brought me a lovely ginger bread man for half time.

The first city game I ever saw was City 5 – 1 Utd. I was 7 years old, and i went with my then and still best friend Scott Templeton. By the end of the game we were both stood pitch side against the steel fencing screaming our little lungs out! From that day forward there was no turning back, we both had blue in our veins. Funnily enough, the next game we went to was City 1 – 3 Liverpool. And doesn’t that just epitomise what it is to be a true blue!?!