My first ever game at city was City V Vila 1989
I can remember walking up the steps to the main stand and seeing the maine road pitch for the very first time and i got goose bumps.
I could’nt belive the noise i remember trying to sing the songs but not knowing the words as i was only 11
And then a feeling that i would get use to for the rest of my life.
As typical City lost 2-0
I cryed all the way back to the car i was used to see city losing but i don’t know why but that result broke my heart.
But the next time i went they won

Been City fan from age of 2 but didn’t get to first game until about 13 years of age. £3 into the Kippax Street.
Not sure year is 100% correct but the team was Stoke, we were in the old division 2, the ground was twenty odd thousand and we won 2-1.
It was the away fans under the same roof, the largest standing stand in Britain, the originality of the fans and the banter.
What better place to go to when a teenage lad from inner city Manchester? Nowhere better. Kippax, Maine Road, Manchester, Manchester Boys.
I loved it all and fell right in love with the place. City ’til I die. Doyley, Fallowfield Blue.

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.

My first ever City game was against Plymouth Argyle in August 1987. City had just been relegated from division 1, along with Villa and Leicester and Mel Machin was in charge. The team contained the likes of Paul Stewart, Andy Hinchcliffe, Steve Redmond, Ian Brightwell, David White and a certain, very talented Mr Paul Lake.

It cost me £1.50 to stand on the Kippax and my brother and I were one of the first in, taking our place above an entrance tunnel in the Kippax. The players came out to warm up and I didn’t have a clue who they were, but I clapped them anyway. As the ground began to fill, I felt the atmosphere building. Songs started and the few Plymouth fans in the Platt Lane end just sat there, silent.

Finally, the team emerged to an electric welcome. I had never clapped so much for so long. My hands were killing me when we’d finished The game got under way and I expected a goal almost immediately, but it was Plymouth who scored first and by half time it was they who led one nil. I looked downcast. My brother asked me if I regretted coming. I said no, but secretly thought yes. The bloke next to me, some strange guy wearing all blue was listening to the half time scores on his 1950’s radio. He told us he was really a Spurs fan, but preferred watching City. If I wasn’t already a confused teenager, that comment would have sent me in the right direction.

The second half got under way and City toiled away without reward and the fans were getting restless. You could sense defeat in the air. Then, on 82 minutes, I don’t know how it happened, but Paul Stewart equalised, sending usabsolutely nuts, but almost immediately from the kick off, Plymouth scored again. I couldn’t believe it. Then the Kippax gave a rousing cheer as the ref disallowed it (offside I think).

The minutes ticked away adn in the 90th minute, Imre Varadi knocked the ball past the Plymouth keeper. I couldn’t believe it as the fulltime whistle went. City had won 2-1. I went home unable to wait until the next home match. Blackburn. Stood next to the weird bloke in blue. We lost 2-1.
That’s City for you.
-Pete

Before the half time Sky Dancers and the Premier League had ever been thought of, was an amazing day worth every penny of the £2.80 entry fee to the Kippax.

My first and probably most memorable game ever at the age of 13!

(I still have the shirt)

Man City 5 Charlton 1

The ultimate in desire passion and drive. Paul Power, the pitch invasion, and of course the goals by Philips (Billy Macs super signing for only £65,000) !!!!

“Them were the days”

Ahhhhh, memories

My first game and realisation of the City passion happened at Maine Road around 1986 v’s Norwich… I can’t remember the score but the atmosphere was unforgetable with Uwe Roslers name being chanted, rumbling, from the stands!!! “Hooray, Uwe Rosler… Hooray, Uwe Rosler” Another City Fan was born!!!

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 against Watford at home in the old Division 2. I was sat on my dad’s knee in the Maine Stand with my brother. I must have been 5 at the time and my favorite player was Wayne Biggins. City won but I can’t remember the score it was either 3-2 or 4-2. Tony Coton was in goal for Watford that day.

I cant remember my first games at maine road as i was far too young, i remember the pies and the distinct smell of the old kippax wall by fences seperating the supporters from the pitch. however in the 88-89 season city, handed out 9 big thumpings to teams in div 2. my memory is the 4-0 win against bradford. paul moulden scoring two and ian brightwell scoring the other two, all scrappy but memorable all the same. fate would match the two last game of the season…trevor morley and that last minute goal….i got a fat lip during the celebrations as some guy decked me with a stray elbow…promoted….i didnt care.

I was seven when I went to my first match, it was an awful nil – nil draw on a wet and cold Saturday and was instantly forgettable. Which is why I can’t for the life of me remember who we played? I was a blue born and breed so the result wasn’t import to me but the atmosphere was electric. My Dad took me to the match, I remember how excited and nervous I was when we walked down the back cobbled paths of Kippax street with my Dad navigating me around the piles of dog poo. He always blamed that on United fans. We got in the ground and my Dad got me a city scarf which I still wear to matches now and the iconic inflatable banana. I remember walking down the tunnels to the Kippax, Bluemoon echoing all around me and it felt like I was going to walk out onto the pitch. Dad stood me at the wall with the rest of the kids and went to stand with the lads further back. I lost interest quite quickly and when the half time whistle went I walked over to him and asking if we we’re going home now, He just laughed and told me that I would have plenty more days like this while watching city but we never leave before the end. I spent the next 45 minutes sat on my inflatable banana on the Kippax steps. My dad sadly past away this year and like me he was always “City Till I Die” . Alan Garside 1957/2008