My first match was in the fa cup against Sunderland i was four years old. it was my grandads turn to babysit and he’d forgotten there was a match on and rather than miss out he put his big coat on and hid me under his jacket through the turnstyles. i fell asleep at half time and he had to carry me for the rest of the match and on the walk home.

I suppose i am quite rare, i am from London and from a West Ham supporting family but i’ve always been a blue from age 6 and being 38 now thats what you call a true blue.
my first game at Maine road was City v Newcastle in the 86/87 season.
I had not long started work so i could afford to help with the cost of petrol and talked my uncle (a lifelong Arsenal fan)into taking me there as i couldn’t drive yet, i was either 16/17 i can’t remember exactly.
When we stood on the Kippax surrounded by so many City fans i can’t describe how amazing it felt.
The pitch seemed so enormous and the whole place seemed to be shaking with the noise, i can still hear it now.
Of course in true City style we played pretty awful from what i can remember and the game finished 0-0 with Peter Beardsley running the show for Newcastle.
Then of course we were relegated that season at of all places West ham on the last day of the season.
But as all blues know it seems the worse we do the more we all love the club and it’s something that can’t be turned on or off it’s just in you for life.
4 ever Blue!

I would have been about ten years old and went to Maine Road with my older brother Steve, and my dad. I was on my dad’s shoulders because the crowds were massive. I just remember going up the steps and seeing the pitch for the first time. My expectations were met with fantastic joy. That first sighting will never leave me. Still going to the new ground as a ever optimistic True Blue

My first game was Maine Road, i think 1984ish v Spurs. I sat in J Block with my dad and the Kippax was opposite, i remember thinking it was huge and the noise was amazing. We won 2 -1 and i remember Paul Power scoring one for us. The other memory of that match was City having to go off after 5 minutes to change into their red & black away kit because the home kit clashed with Spurs kit.

I can remember my first game like it was yesterday. It was against southampton at maine road. Unfortunately we lost that game 3-1 but it was a great experience.

I came late to football. I only started getting interested in the game when I was 10. Man City however is in my family’s blood, my great-grandfather having watched them in their Hyde Road days and it has been handed down ever since.

My first game was against Shrewsbury Town in the 84-85 promotion year with David Phillips the undoubted star. City won 4-0 and there could never be any going back after that. My next game was the end-of-season 5-1 promotion decider against Charlton. Who else can lay claim to a better goal difference from their first two matches at Maine Road?

My dad took me to my first game in 1981. It was a cold winter day for the visit of Norwich in the 4th round of the FA Cup. I was 9 and we sat in the North Stand.
We won 6-0 and there were 6 different scorers that day. The match finished under floodlights and the sky blues players dancing on the pitch looked magical – i was in heaven, it must be like this every week i thought as we ploughed on to Wembley.
That night i looked through my Panini stickers i had collected and played out the match again on the lounge carpet.
To cap a great day City were on match of the day that night and you could clearly see my dad and me on the tele!

My dad took me, 5 then and my older brother, 6 to our fist game.

Told we were going a week before the game and a bit too young to understand the significance of the game, the excitement was there nontheless. I remember being worried that I might go deaf if the cheering was too loud!

Maine Road was heaving and walking through the narrow alleys through towards Platt Lane was pretty daunting amid thousands of people.

The place was full; people standing in the aisles. I remember being lifted up when we scored. What a day and game to start it all.

A day I will never forget; City ’till I die!

I was 10 years old and had been waiting patiently for about 18 months for my brother, who is 9 years older, to take me to my first match. Parking at the Fallowfield end of Yew Tree Rd, we walked up towards Maine Rd. Call it what you will, but the ‘enthusiastic’ nature of some football followers at this time just made the experience a little more edgy – the atmosphere, even against Coventry, was bubbling under, although from what I can recall there was no trouble. ‘Shall we get him a Programme?’ asked my brothers mate, and all the lads concurred this would be a good idea. Not knowing what a ‘programme’ was, I remember feeling a little deflated when I was handed a small A5 colour pamphlet. However it did have the mighty Mick McCarthy on the cover. The thing I really remember is how, amongst the modest terraced houses, sprung the mighty Kippax. As I paid my 50p, I pushed the heavy-duty turnstyle which appeared to be trying to resist my entry into a lifetime of broken dreams. I was in. Climbing to the top of the concrete steps and taking in that first view at the top of the Kippax, the pitch looked smaller, but the ground more majestic than anything I had seen. We lost 1-0.

I was 10 and went to watch city v newcastle utd for my birthday. we lost 2-1 but i loved it. sat on a bench in the platt lane. i ain’t missed a home game since. city till i die