My first city match was against villa at maine road…
Curle missed a penalty and Kinkladze scored his first goal for city!!

I will never forget the amazing atmosphere at the ground, blue is in my blood but this was a day that i will never forget.

City 0-1 Derby County. April 1990.

England Defender Mark Wright scores a header with 20 mins to go. Another game when City should have been out of sight by half time, but never mind. Not a game to live in the memory, apart from it being my first trip to Maine Road. The atmosphere was amazing,I never experienced anything like it,the passion, the love for a team. From that day on I was a blue!!

My first ever game I was actually 4 years old we where playing Newcastle at home not that i remember, but I do have pictures of Uwe Rosler that day when he missed a chance to bring us level. The game I remember most though was a few years latter the last Derby at Maine Road MCFC 3 – MUFC 1 how amazing, as usual we walked to the top tear in the Kippax and the higher we got the louder the cheers became when we finally got to our seats you could feel vibrations through your feet of the City fans singing. I have never experianced such an amazing day and i will never forget when Anelka slid home that first goal… The best game I can ever remember

My first game was City V LEEDS UTD, we got beat 3-2 and we missed a penatly but it was Peter Reid’s first game in charge as the then care taker manager, I was City before this, but the first match solidified my love, especially growing up in a city full of reds! (Salford)

A day I wont ever forget is my first match at main road, my uncle took me and I wasn’t sure what to expect. My biggest memory from that day I can remember was the blue railings I was sat on in the kippax stand and when city scored I was knocked off to the floor and stood on by everyone cheering, I remember thinking will this happen every time we score and it did but I didn’t care cos it was my 1st game and we were winning . From that day I have been a city faithful. Kippax forever.

December 2 1990 and the visit of QPR to Maine Road. I’d been to City before in the 88/89 season but i have no memories of that day… however this one i do, and they are quite comical.
Went with my father who was a season ticket holder in the late 70’s and saw that great team of Barnes, Tueart, Kidd, Owen et al. He took me in the old souvenir shop and purchased a pendant, up until i moved home in 2003 it hung proudly on my bedroom wall. We sat in the Main Stand and QPR wore there horrible Red and Black hooped shirt!
Quinn scored both that day, however as i was only 5 i couldn’t hold the Apple juice box for a full 90 mins, “Dad, i need the toilet”! GOAL!! Me nor my father could believe we’d missed Quinn’s second! – Unreal. He never said a word to me afterwards and it was a good 14 months before he dared take me again…rest assured i now go before the game and not during!

Alister Dyson, 23, Bolton-le-Sands, Lancs

UU stand, absolutely lashing it down!!

7 years old, I’d recently broken my leg and as my dad dodged the dog-dirt, pushing me in a wheelchair through the alleys surrounding Maine Rd, I remember my first sight of the stadium and the muffled sound of the announcer inside and right then, all the dog muck in the world couldn’t have dampened my mood!

Once in the ground, as I came out at pitch side and saw the green of the pitch, the atmosphere had me hooked immediately.

The game we lost and it was certainly one to forget but watching City has never just been about the result; it’s bigger than that. – Mike

As a fresh faced Seventeen year old, with two other friends in the car I headed to Manchester from Bath, a mere 355 mile round trip. It was a game which would change me forever. On arriving at Maine Road we were met by the City legend and true gentleman, Tony Book (Sir Tony Book). Coming from Bath himself, he’s good friends with my friend’s dad and had arranged tickets for us. That day he went out of his way to be there early so he could give us a guided tour of the stadium. Changing Room, Warm up area and I was pretty much hooked in already. We were later ushered into a supporters bar for a cheeky pre match drink and the atmosphere was electric. Well I thought it was until the game itself.
I think Sunderland needed to win and other games to go there way to stay up. I remember being in the main stand and when they scored, pockets of Mackems jumped up everywhere, without the hint of any trouble. Credit their away support that day. I don’t remember much about the game itself but have since watched it on You Tube with a lump in my throat. We eventually ran out 3-2 winners, courtesy of the great Niall Quinn. We also had the opportunity to go into the Players Lounge after the game but unfortunately the others weren’t so keen on staying. The high I was on I could have stayed there all night and then flew home….The long journey home was full of chat about the day and made it seem only a few miles away. I remember having a cheeky pint of Triple Crown on my return to Bath… and there a blue was born, City Till I Die!!