If I remember correctly, Swindon were flying when they came to maine road, but city tore up the form book and scored 5 of the 6 goals that day. Chris Casper with the own goal and the atmosphere was awesome.

My first City game was when I was 8 watching us play out a 0-0 draw down on the south coast at Dean Court. The ground was so old we had to lean on rusting gates and squint a bit so we could see the pitch which seemed to have a hill around about the centre-spot mark, making it quite difficult to adjudge what was actually going on! Nevertheless, being there after hearing so many stories from family about City was something else- it didn’t matter that we played pretty badly, or that we had two sent off, and we couldn’t see the other goal- it was a City match and nothing can beat that!

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!!

It’s probably a strange one to have such a fond memory of, but I’ll never forget my first City game despite us losing. Maine Road was absolutely rocking on that day and everyone got right behind the side, despite the defeat. So many kids would have looked elsewhere, to maybe a more successful team, but it’s like the old saying that once you go to Maine Road once, you’re hooked for life, and I certainly was.

My first game was Aston Villa at home new years day 1995 making me 4 at the time. The only thing I remember about the day was Uwe Rosler scoring as we queued outside the North stand.

With my husband being a City fanatic, he took me to my first game against Luton Town in February 1992. We won 4-0. I remember it particularly as I was sat behind one of the supporting pillars in the Main Stand! Also, I managed to miss 2 goals when getting a cup of tea! 

I lost my husband last year but City still plays a part in my life with my son Jamie being a seasoncard holder. Up the blues!

-Sarah

My first game was against West Ham in the 1995/96 relegation season when I was 7 years old. My Dad, being a City fanatic, was desperate to take me to a game but I’d never shown much interest until out of the blue I asked him if we could go and see a game. We won the game 2-1, Niall Quinn scoring twice and West Ham had a 15 year old in goal. I just remember being amazed by the noise where we were sat in the North Stand and how everyone just went crazy when we scored, i was hooked! I also remember Dad shouting at people around us for swearing because I was a kid, and in those days people duly apologised and just got on with watching the game, not sure that would happen now. I’ve now been a seasoncard holder for five years and don’t miss a game. I lost my Dad a year ago and am forever thankful for him to taking me to my first game, as watching City in the following has given me so much pleasure over the years, albeit with a lot of heartache! I’ll never forget my first game, it was the start of something good!

- Jamie

I’d been pestering my dad and my sister about taking me for years, so as a birthday present we went to the opening game of the season in 1992. It was also the first game of the Premier League on Sky, so we saw all the razzamatazz – cheerleaders, fireworks, someone singing ‘Baker Street’ and army parachutists dropping into the centre circle before kick off. It was only a draw with QPR, butit was the start of a beautiful friendship.

- Karen, Sale