My First game was actually the Play-off Final against Gillingham.

I rarely got a chance to go to a game back then and decided this was a must see game. This was the best game I had ever been to as it was a whirlwind of emotion, the highs and lows.

Coming back from 2-0 down to equalise in the dying seconds with Dickov’s stunning strike. The nail-biting tension of the penalty shootout and the passion of all my fellow City fans around me.

That game showed me what I had been missing all those years and now go to as many games as I can..
CTID

Away at Everton 1995. Lost 2-0. Can’t remember much as I was only 3.
Once a blue. Always a blue.

I walked through the turnstiles with my dad and his friend for the first ever time, i had a look around and heard the noise of thousands of Man city fans singing. My dad said have a run up those steps, I had no idea what i was to expect, I ran up and i cant describe the feeling. It was unreal, i was smack bang in the centre of the ground in the Kippax.
My jaw dropped and that game was the same game Kinkladze scored that wonder goal against Southampton, although i missed it because everyone stood up and i was only little, so by the time i stood on my seat to view what was happening, the goal had been scored and i nearly fell off the seat because of the roar.

I was 6 if I recall correctly. My brother would have been 14 or 15 at the time. My dad had stopped him from going to the matches (there were lots of stabbings at the time) and one day when he asked if he could go, my father decided that if he was taking care of younger brither-he would not get into trouble.
I remember getting to a shop near main road and being given a packet of crown crisps (Cheese and onion of course) and a Beano. I was told to sit on a stump and the team would be out soon. My elder brother was just going to catch up with his friends and come back soon.
I thought city played on the grass I was looking at in front of me-when in reality I was sat on wasteground in the middle of moss side.
Now what seems like an eternity passed and my brother returned. He took me down to Maine Road and I remember being amazed at the size of the ground, crowd-just everything was hard to comprehend as I was certain that MCFC would be trotting out on a small piece of wasteground in Moss side only minutes ago.
Having no concept of time at that age-I still think to this day that my brother brought me in at half time-although to he denies that, saying I was sat on the wasteground for literally minutes. Which ever way it was, I believe he brought me in at a cheaper price halfway through the match and pocketed the change from my dad.
I have followed City ever since.

My very first City match was away at White Hart Lane. My Dad got us some tickets sitting right up in the clouds (and in with the Spurs fans). A bloke sitting behing us kept referring to a certain City and Republic of Ireland striker as an ex-Arsenal lanky streak. Midway through the second half, guess who pops up to score the only goal of the game, concreting my love for the blues in the process? As we jumped up and down, my Dad shouted out “That ex-Arsenal lanky streak has scored!”!!!! And Linekar and Gazza were playing too!

My dad took me to this game as my first match (I was 6 at the time). I had no idea who Ian Brightwell was and I was more interested in the stadium and the blue seats than the match. Ian came over to sign autographs at the end and my dad ran over the seats to get my programme signed. Little did I know what my dad was getting me into. I’m now a Season Ticket holder and can’t imagine a day when I won’t be!!

My First Game I Was Only 4.. My Dad Had Me Sat On The Bars In The Old Kippax.

It Was Sky TV’s first ever Live Match, Just Remember All Fireworks Going Off And People Parachuting Onto The Maine Road Pitch…

We Drew 1-1 With David White Scoring City’s Goal

i remember setting off with my dad on the long coach ride down to london to watch city v gillingham in the division 2 playoff final. i was looking forward to walking up the world famous wembley way but the driver took a wrong turning so i never got the chance. we were two nil down after 90 mins so we left the ground, we were in the coach park when we got a phone call saying that weve equalized so we rushed back in to the ground. it went to penalties and nicky weaver saved the deciding penalty from that day on i said i wanted to be just like him. that is how my football started i am now a goalkeeper hoping to one day be like weaver and save a penalty at wembley just like he did the day i was there.

- jon, age 16

i was 6 when i first went to see the blues play, walking into the ground with my dad felt amazing the game didnt disappoint as both clough and symons scored great goals to help city win after that i was hooked.

my first game was arsenal at home we won one nil and andy linigan got sent of i went with my dad which was i rarity as he worked all hours god sends so for me this was great know i get that feelin with my daughter i cant wait to bring her to my beloved man city