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.

My cousin took me to my first game in early 1994. I was squeezed in to the kippax (although I found out later in gets a lot tighter in there!) for City V Leicester in a FA cup game. The atmosphere was amazing, I can remember being amazed at the noise and being so close to the team I had only listen to on the radio up until that point. What a first game to pick to we ran out 4-1 winners with the unlikely scorers being a Kare Ingerbritson hat trick and Alan Kernaghan scoring a 40 yarder to send the crowd wild. I was a fan before the game but after leaving I was hooked. To top it off after the game a very loud and proud Leicester fan failed to see a concrete bollard infront of him as the crowed parted, leaving him to go head of heels and nursing his privates for a day or two. Great day!

I was very lucky because our school football team took us over easter to watch football matches. My first city match was an old division two match between city and palace. it finished 1 each at the old maine road. We were just behind the goals. The atmosphere was amazing and everybody had inflatable bananas with them. I just got the bug and have followed city ever since. I try to get over from Belfast at least twice a season.

I was brought up watching football with 2 brothers and a Mum and Dad who supported Liverpool, Everton, Leyton Orient and West Ham but had never got round to supporting a team of my own I was always advised by them that they didn’t care who I supported as long as it wasn’t Man Utd..

My middle brother took me to Everton v Man City when I was 13 years old at Goodison Park and just for the day I was going to support the other team, not knowing at this point who the other team were, just to annoy him, of course being 13 and not really taking on board that I was sat slap bang in the middle of the Everton fans, but there I was much smaller then anyone around me trying to watch this sky blue team, I remember echo’s of Bluemoon from my left and the fans around me booing and feeling some kind of loyalty to this passionate sky blue team and there fans that I had only been watching for half an hour My brother was telling me to shut up and I then realized that I had in fact achieved my objective in annoying him by supporting the other team instead of his beloved Everton.

The match it’s self I remember very little only that we lost 2-1 and I was taken back by Georgie Kinkladzie and Uwe Rosler and kind of fell in love with the whole aura of the club, even though we were away from home and I had never even seen Maine Road it was almost as if the penny had dropped and thinking to myself this is my team and have been hocked ever since. I had finally found my team and I would never ever change, it much to the disappointment of my brothers. This day comes back to me every time we play at Goodison and I walk up the back street to the away end and have to pass the entrance that my brother took me through to watch the first City game that was most certainly not the last. CTID

Season Ticket holder of the South Level Two