i remember going to the kippax for the first time (aged 6-7 years old)it was crazy,so noisy i asked my dad about the where all the noise was coming from,he said the crazy corner.
i never knew that would become the part of the ground i would have some of the greatest times in my life,from beating huddersfield town 10-1 to later beating the reds 5-1 that was my best memory of the kippax.

My first game was in 1988. My Mum and Dad bought tickets for me and my triplet brothers to City v Wimbledon. We were sat almost behind a pillar in the Main Stand. It was an awful match that ended 1-1 – which was a good result as we never seem to get anything off the crazy gang. Mark Ward scored a pen. Where is he now?!

i had decided i supported city by liking the shirt! i was only 6.
So my Dad , himself a city fan, decided to take to a game. i cried on the way to the ground as i thought he was taking me to old trafford. i can remember walking up the stairs of the maine stand and seeing the whole of manchester behind the kippax. Its a sight my dad says he will never forget.We won 3-1 , but that didnt matter. I loved city before the game had kicked off

This game in the scheme of things matters not a jot, but to me it was the day my future saturday afternoons were mapped out. I was only told saturday lunchtime where we going so i didn’t get much notice, i remember walking through the crowds-all around me were giants wearing blue and white, i wanted a rosette, a flag-when i asked my dad why there were so many flags he told me it’s because we’re in the Cup final-the cup final! i could watch them on TV, this was the last home match before the cup final(i think), we walked round the ground and took our places on the benches of the platt lane, i remember how far away the pitch looked-i don’t remember much of the game-i think Dave Bennett scored, i know they equalised, Malcolm Allison may have been their manager but i knew my team wore blue.I knew and let all the other boys at school know that i was the only City fan in the class but i was also the only one who went to the games!! A couple of weeks later i cried over City for the first time-certainly not the last. I went to the schalke game recently, and was very emotional at full time knowing how far we’ve been down and how close to the top we are again.

hey my name is Andy and i live in ipswich suffolk… i owe my dad for making me a city fan as main road was the first football ground my old man took me. city vs ipswich cant even remember the score but guessing city won lol. my dad and i were both town fans but going to maine road opened my eyes to a much bigger and much bluer world !! from that day till i die ill always be a city fan thanx the my old man ! he died in jan 08 and i so miss telling him how great my city is !!! R.I.P dad and thanx xx

This is my first real memory of City, I was 12 years old, I went to the game, sat (but spent most of the match stood up I was so excited) in the North Stand, just to the left (Kippax Side) of the net about 9 rows back from the front, the sun was shining, Maine Road was packed to the rafters (our kid was in the Kippax), the singing was as loud as I have ever known and was start to finish. I remember Simpson’s goal when he took it off the foot of the keeper and then Dave Phillips whacked a 25 yard screamer into the bottom corner (the video is on You Tube). The final whistle went, fans (including me) climbed the fences and invaded the pitch. There were hundreds on the pitch carrying the players to the tunnel and the players came back out of the dirctor’s box in the Maine Stand to applaud the fans and take the accolades. It was just a dream day, one I will never forget. One of those days where everything was perfect.

What a game to be my first. At just a couple of weeks before my 8th birthday my first taste of Maine Road drama was bitter but, sweet. Yes me and 30000 others had to endure David Pleat dancing across the pitch and the heartache of relegation and that I didn’t quite understand at such a young age. What I will never forget though was the silence as we made our way through the back streets away from the ground. Only leaving church is quieter. I felt the sorrow of every person I passed and it filled me with a deep sadness. That was the moment my blood turned sky-blue and will be forever more. I thought if this was so important to so many others then I should feel the same. Many more heartaches have followed for the faithful but, I and every other there that day and to this day, will never give up. To my last breath I will wait to see the faces of every supporter at Eastlands smile and celebrate as one, when my generation finally gets to taste the sweet cup of success. I will never give up and Im sure no-one else will either. WE ARE CITY TIL WE DIE!

this game is one of the first i have strong memories of. they were a good team unbeaten and we needed a win. steve kinsey scored in about the 89th minute then ex blue bobby mcdonald scored for them only for it to be disallowed. the feeling of joy still makes me smile today. racing home for the pink final to relive it all is as clear as day. city til i die.

Being born a City fan, i was desperate to go to Maine Road but had no one to take me, until finally age 10 i got to go to Maine Road. November 12th 1985, yes ok it was actually only a reserve match but to me it was awe inspiring! I can still remember exactly how exciting it felt, entering the Main stand, with the swooping staircase in front of me, and walking up the steps to see the pitch emrge before my eyes.. heaven. The little sign on the Kippax roof “welcome to Maine Road”. It was bitterly cold, but 10 year old me enjoyed every second, and was spellbound by the action. We even managed to win – we beat Aston Villa 2-0. So, just the reserves it may have been, but for me it was the start of my lifetime of worship at Maine Road, i even got my mum hooked!

My first game was City at home to Chelsea on the 4th May 1984. I was 8 years old. My dad (an estranged Leicester fan) took me to watch City on the basis that I should grow up supporting a proper local football team like he did. It was cold, there was crowd trouble and City lost 2 – 0. I think it was Kerry Dixon and Pat Nevin who scored. I was utterly dejected. It was the perfect introduction to becoming a city fan. I’ve not looked back since.