My first home game experience for Manchester City was the game where City played Plymouth Argyle (I can’t remember if it was the cup or league game that I attended). It was my first taste of a manchester city game with my father & I remember it was a great atmosphere to the game – the club had just brought about the ‘banana craze’ – I think I still have mine somewhere!
It was such a special occassion as it started my love affair with the club – it was also the beginning of Howard Kendall’s managerial reign at City. There have been so many good memories of supporting city – Francis Lee’s takeover, the red devils’ airplane ddisplay, facing Gillingham in the division 2 playoff final at wembley – I could go on!

My first City was the promotion game against Charlton at the end of the 1984/85 season. Having always been a fan of football I had supported numerous clubs, glory hunting with Liverpool, following my grandad’s team, United, before finally settling down to following Altrincham around the country, home and away. My best mate, Woz, was an avid blue. He was season ticket in the Kippax and he invited me along to the Charlton game. Victory was required to ensure Billy McNeill’s side’s promotion to Division One. A full house at Maine Road roared a David Phillip’s inspired team to an easy victory and a well mannered pitch invasion. And that was it, 24 years later I’m now a long-term season ticket holder in the Family Stand with my youngest son, Thomas. I must admit the years in the lower leagues have been some of the best, winning promotions with Joe Royle and King Kev the highlights. Favourite game Blackburn away to gain promotion to the Premiership. Favourite player, Big Niall. Stick with Sparky and the kids coming through and success will finally come our way I’m sure.

my earliest memorymiled and give me th of being at Maine Road is me being sat on the wall at the front of the Kippax. i remember the players warming up and me shouting ‘hey Curly wurly!’ to Keith Kurl. when he turned around smiled and gave me thumbs up it made my day! I cant not remember if we won or lost that day i just know i was hooked and have been going to the matches ever since with my dad.
My dad says my first game was a testimonial against United. He said tthat when he went to pay me in the guy on the turnstile said ‘dont worry you can lift her over’ and the other guy said ‘they are getting younger!’

So its thanks to my dad that i support city. the good times may not come that often but when they come they are well worth the wait!!

Please note this category is not 2008..it goes way..way..past that time, before & to the end of the second World War..’The Kippax Kid’ ..thats the name my mates gave me when I lived in Kippax Street..Moss Side..during and after the war..sneaked in the one-way big turnstile at the Kippax for City & the Rags matches then every school holidays..my mates and I use to train in the Pink entry Car Park with all the Old time players..ie., Frank Swift..Bert Sproston..Joe Fagan..Georgie Smith ..Andy Black..Eric Westwood etc.,..we joined in the heading tennis sessions..and the manager chased us off ? I must hold the record for being passed down the Kippax over the Fans heads..to the wall on to the pitch..the crowds were 60 to 82,000 in those days..Alan Oakes..my old pal in the 50s to the end of his career and my career (injuries finished me for life)holds the record for playing for the 1st Team most times..I hold the record for having played on the sacred MaineRoad pitch more times than anyone else..!!..I have many stories to tell..my Family say why dont you write a book..I say a 24/7 30yr.carer does not have the time?..P.s. To all our Fans.. God Bless you All & our Team..(the Club of the Future)..!!

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 first trip to Maine Road was to watch MCFC v Tottenham with my husband Matt (we won 2-1). I was totally dumstruck with the atmosphere and massive crowd on the day. We stood in the Kippax where Matt always took his place and back in those days there wasn’t many females in that section so I was totally outnumbered but everyone around was really friendly & respectful. Matt gave in to my nagging to attend a game even though I was 6 months pregnant! That was it I was hooked! It was a brilliant game and what made it extra special was that my brother, uncle, cousin and grandad were all there in the ground cheering on the Blues also. Our first son Liam (who we joke attended his 1st city game even before he was born!) also holds a season ticket like us together with his younger brother Conor. Maine Road was a very special place but we are enjoying our time at Eastlands too. “We love you CITY we do”

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.