i first ever city game was a testimonial. paul lakes my dad took me. i was born in 93 and it was against united but i was very young but i remeber someone scored but i was more bovvered about my pack lunch. now i’m a season ticket hold ever since in the east stand. without my city im nothing so 15 still many happy memories to come.

My Dad had got us into a box at Maine Road for my 5th birthday and although I was very young, it was so memorable. I remember being given a signed ball by the team and when we were eating our meals, the legend that is Mike Summerbee walked in to meet us, and I also remember he kept pinching my chips!! I also remember sitting in our seats about an hour after the game and seeing Garry Flitcroft leaving the ground, we shouted to him and he waved back at us! 1-1 wasn’t the greatest result in the world, but it was of my greatest days, City ‘Til I Die!!

My first ever City match was at Goodison Park, we drew 1-1. Mauritzio Gaudino scored for us, Terry Phelan got sent off and David Unsworth scored a late penalty for them to help them gain a point. I don’t know if it was watching the likes of Niall Quinn and Uwe Rosler warming up before the game, or the infectious atmosphere within the away contingency…but I was instantly smitten. City are like a drug to me, like having a deranged boyfriend that drives you crazy but you cannot help but love him…I just couldn’t help falling in love with blue. I’ve never looked backed and will ever have any regrets at where my love and loyalty lies. City Til I Die!

In the days when we used to fill our ground, my dad could only manage front row seats in the corner between the main and north stands. It was the opening day of the 95/96 season, Kinky’s debut as well if I remember rightly, I’d be lying if I told you I remembered whether the game was any good, come on I was only 7. What I do know is that Sheringham opened the scoring in the first half, and that early on in the second half Rosler not only levelled it up but proceeded to slide on his knees right in to the corner in which I was sitting. The crowd going mad and the goalscorer being a stones throw away was quite a lot to take for your first match, but its something I’ll always remember. The celebrations stand out and that’s probably what has had me going back ever since. Looking back a draw against a decent top 10 side wasn’t bad considering we ended up going down. Could be seen as false advertising for an impressionable young lad on his first visit. So 13 years and counting and I can’t imagine not having city and my seasoncard. Roll on the glory days and myfirstchampionsleaguefinal.com

My first city game wa when i was 5 years old and it was agaisnt Colchester Utd and the CITY won 2-1 at maine road. Now i am a season ticket holder at the city of manchester stadium with my dad who i thank for taking me to my firat city game and giving me that final push in my decision to support the best team in the world.

My wife, then girlfriend, was at Uni in Manchester from ‘90 – ‘93 and we together began to take an interest in Manchester City FC. When back in Norwich (my home town) in August ‘91 we decided to go to see the Blues for the first time at Carrow Road. A pretty dull 0-0 result was enlivened by the great travelling City fans and we even got to sing ‘we are top of the league!’ all be it after only 4 games of the season! We at once felt part of a very friendly and fun crowd whose enthusiasm and love for their team was infectious. By the 92-93 season Nicole was living on Thornton Road in the shadow of the Platt Lane stand and we became regulars at Maine Road and have had the Blue Bug ever since. I sometimes feel like one of the only City fan who’s NOT from Manchester, but I always feel welcome among the Blues and love that feeling of unity when amongst a City crowd. CTID!

After begging my dad for years and years to take me to the football with him finally the day came. I remember going to the ticket office on the morning of the game and my dad getting in the car with my first ticket… It was City v Leeds 10th April 1991 a 1-1 draw….The most vivid memory I have is walking up the two flights of stairs in the North Stand Block N and the view which greets you at the very top! The green pitch and all the other supporters enjoying pies and that smell that Maine Road always had.. the football smell as I call it… 17 years later I am still going with my dad and would never give it up… CITY the best team in the land and all the world!!!

At just five years old I was taken to my first ever Manchester City game, which saw the blues take on Southampton. I dont remember much of the game, only Georgie Kingladze’s wonder goal when he took on the whole southampton defence and converted one of the best goals I have ever seen as a blue. I have been A season ticket holder ever since

My first City game was like my first cigarette. Unpleasant, bewildering, forbidden by my family and most definitely not good for my health, but I could never be without them again!

At home to Ipswich in August 1996 we won 1 nil and the football was poor. Apart from a 25th minute Lomas goal nothing much happened to encourage the 29,000 in attendance…as if they needed it! The Maine Road atmosphere was electric, the numbers were high following relegation and the songs were flowing and humorous – the pitch was as green as anything I had ever seen in my life!

Forget trophies, superstars, Panini Cards and hat-tricks this was real life. Id made 29,000 friends in one day and I couldnt wait to meet up again! I wouldnt have swapped places with anyone in the whole world that day. Its now 12 years on and if your anything like me… I’ll be seeing you at weekend! Come on City!!!

The first game I can remember going to was the final home fixture of the 93/94 season against Chelsea. The Kippax was to be knocked down for an all seater stand so it was an emotional day for many. I can remember having my face painted with my cousins in blue and white before the game, i’d been looking forward to it for ages. We were right down at the front of the Kippax and I remember my cousin jumping up on the wall to shake Rosler’s hand at the end of the game, I was 7 years old.