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.

Coming down to Maine Road from Glasgow for the first time with my dad i remember heading to the main entrance where my dad had told me i could catch a glimpse of my hereos, the atmosphere as the players turned up to the stadium was absolutely amazing, it wasnt the best season but the passion you felt in Maine Road made sure City where in my heart forever. City till i die.

It was a cold january afternoon and after being told I couldn’t go and watch County, I was taken to Maine Road for my first ever football game. City were losing 0-2 at half time, but we managed to win the game 3-2. The rest, as they say, is history. From that day onwards I had been bitten by the City bug. Season ticket holder ever since.

I can remember this game clear as day… 0-0 all game thinking that we might snatch it and then in the dying minutes, who pops up to seal an away victory?? Ian Wright! I have since forgiven him, as he has given us one of my favourite ever City players… And I think we all know who that is!!

My first memory was of Uwe Rosler joining City and me going to the QPR game that week. The man to my left said, “He’ll never make it at City.” That attitude seems to be forever reoccuring and I love it when players prove their critics wrong. Oddly I just remember the halftime pie, meat and tatty with a bottle of dandelion and burdock my Dad snuck in for me.

Having been taken to City since I was younger, my first real memory where football became the meal of life was in 1994. Rosler’s arrival against QPR gave me an instant bond with The Bomber! True legend, glad I’ve kept coming back to City. Fond memories ever since.

I’m not 100% percent sure this was the year, but I remember the game so well. I was 7 years old, we parked opposite the princess parkway pub and trudged along to the ground with my dad and my uncle, who was a liverpool fan. City went behind 1-0 to a steve mcmanaman goal. But city came from behind to win it 2-1. The day summed up City, never say die attitude to come from behind, their will to win and the support that day was second to none. As they say the rest is history

I barly remember my first game as i was only 2 years old. I just vaugely remember it was against spur’s i was towards the back of the kippax, being held by my dad and the game was tied at nil nil until the 89th minute when city grabbed the winner i cant even remember who scored just that the entire crowd went crazy jumping, shouting and screaming. I had never been so terrified in my short life and immediatly started crying, my dad didn’t manage to calm me down until we got to the car. However this didn’t seem to put me off and i’ve been hooked ever since through the bad times and the… not quite as bad times.