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.

…my career as a City fan! I was 7 years old and tiny! My Dad, born in Moss Side, a lifelong Blue took me to watch City play Barnsley away. At first, with all the noise and all the people, I was terrified!

I can’t remember the score, or even the result but my over riding memory was the atmosphere amongst the City fans; the sense of humour and the banter. When I hurt my foot and cried, a complete stranger asked if I was OK and gave me a few chips. He then proceeded to commentate on the whole game for me. I’ll never forget that day and the baptism of fire I experienced.

…my career as a City fan! I was 7 years old and tiny! My Dad, born in Moss Side, a lifelong Blue took me to watch City play Barnsley away. At first, with all the noise and all the people, I was terrified!

I can’t remember the score, or even the result but my over riding memory was the atmosphere amongst the City fans; the sense of humour and the banter. When I hurt my foot and cried, a complete stranger asked if I was OK and gave me a few chips. He then proceeded to commentate on the whole game for me. I’ll never forget that day and the baptism of fire I experienced.

I really like and support MCFC from the bottom of my my heart.

My dad took me to see city play brighton at maine rd on the 23rd of feb 1985, the night before he told me he’d only take me if it was’nt raining, so i stayed up half the night peeping out the window to check the weather,anyway no rain thankfully, and through the platt lane turnstile we went, i remember just seeing a glimpse of the the pitch through the tunnel that lead to the seats and being mesmerised, once in i must have changed seats ten times just to take it all in, much to dads displeasure! i can hardly remember any of the game just being in awe of maine road, i can remember both goals in a 2.0 win gordon smith and david phillips, i still have the programme and have been to hundreds of city matches since, but that first glimpse of the maine road turf will live with me forever!

On a sunny May afternoon there we was leaving as it as late as possible we had to beat Charlton to win promotion to Div 1. I had already thrown a sicky at work and off I went to Maine Road. City stormed into the lead after only a few mins and I decided in my infinate wisdom as David philips scored the opener at the North stand end to run on the pitch and celebrate forgetting that my manager from work was also a blue and guess what after the game was shown om Match of the day I recieved a call from my supervisor advising me That I had been spotted by my manager! Luckly for me with him being a blue I claimed mistaken identity with a rhy smile

amazing day on the Kippax when City beat Forest 1 . 0 i was 7 years old i can remember it like it was yesterday
the best feling ever when Imre Varadi scored that great header the buzz from the other fans was ace i will never forget it mcfc till i die