I am Irish and live in Dublin. I have supported City since I was 9 years of age. My first live game was at Main Road against Everton on 21/4/1990. My sister-in-law lived in the UK and when my wife and I went to visit, she surprised me with a ticket to see city. My brother in law and I went to the game and it was one of the best days of my life. Even though I was 30 years old, I felt like a kid at Chrismas. Howard Kendall was the manager and we won by a goal to nil. I have been over many times since, my be about 40 or 50 times and still get a buzz from being a true blue, but the first time was special. Come on City. Joe Mc

I would hand out leaflets at the turnstyles which was organised by one of my teachers and then me and my mate would get in free but had to stand in the Kippax, which was brilliant as we got to soak up the atmosphere. That was my first experience of watching a football game in a stadium Excellent!

My first City game was a Manchester derby in Maine Road on Sunday 7 November 1993. I was with my best mate, Graham, and the Dublin Branch of the Supporters Club. We travelled on the Saturday morning by ferry from Dublin to Hollyhead and then by coach to Manchester, staying overnight before the match on Sunday. What a match it was, Irish hero the Mighty Quinn had us 2-0 up at half time and life couldn’t have been better. Then the French villain Cantona scored 2 to even it up before the Irish villain Keane scored the winner. We were all gutted by the result that day, but, 17 years later I still have my best mate and many more in the Supporters Club in Dublin and beyond. As I have learned throughout my 35 years as a City fan, you will have good days and bad days but you will always have City and your mates. A True Blue forever.
Noel O’Connor

Away to Blackburn Rovers who were then challenging our Trafford-based rivals for the title. One of those games most City fans wouldn’t be too disappointed to lose. City don’t do scripts though and after going behind twice on a rain-soaked April night, goals from Curle, Rösler and Walsh saw us win 3-2 in an electric atmosphere. What can I say but typical City.

I’m a man city fan living in ireland and am a fan ever since my first game. It was 1999 and my uncles were bringing me over to watch the game they are avid city fans season ticket holders and go to every home game every season . it was early that morning still dark and we went to get the ferry i remember it was still dark and also my first time on a ferry . I remember very vividly the hustle and bustle atmosphere around main road it was amazing then we went into a bar and there were no seats just tall tables and televisions i cant remember much of the game just we lost one nil to an alan shearer goal that i think was offside and i have been supporting ever since

The first memory I have of going to see City was with my Dad in 1996 when I was 11. It was against Liverpool and was the last game of the season. City were facing relegation and after going 2-0 down, we fought back to 2-2.

I remember seeing the players taking the ball up to the corner flag to play out time, so we just assumed the other teams were losing too. We were sat in the main stand behind the tunnel and suddenly, we saw Niall Quinn, who’d just been subbed, running out towards the pitch shouting something and waving his arms. I didn’t have a clue what was going on but everyone else started getting up from their seats and shouting too. My Dad explained to me what was happening, we needed a win but the players think a draw is enough. I’ve never since seen anyone display what Big Niall displayed that day. True passion for the club.

The game ended with us being relegated. It was the first time I’d seen City and I was absolutely devastated. I thought I was a jinx and cried all the way home.

My Dad cheered me up with a McDonalds on the way home if I promised not to tell Mum (who had already starting cooking tea).

I’ll never forget what he said to reassure me that day.

“Don’t worry Son, we’ll be back. This is the best Club in the world and there are no fans like ours, so there’s no way we’ll stay down. We’ll be back soon, bigger and stronger than ever”

Dad was right.

I’ll always remember this game as the first time I fell in love with Manchester City at the age of 11.

I was mesmerised by the ramshackled homeliness of Maine Road, of the rattle of Big Helen Turner’s bell and of my dads infectious enthusiasm, but nothing could prepare me for the comical situation City found themselves in when Tony Coton brought down the ever dangerous Dean Saunders and saw red. Without a sub keeper, Quinny had to go in goal. He couldnt look less like a goalkeeper – and his face was a picture! The Quinn snarl we called it!

He’d already scored in the game and now he was donning the gloves. We’d be lucky to get a draw now I thought.

Nope…none of it. Like the legend he was the great man flung himself to his left and saved the penalty like he was Dino Zoff!

The game had everything, emotion, ecstacy and the prevailing feeling of ‘we’ve blown it’ only for City to make us feel stupid for ever doubting them. We went on to win 2.1, despite Quinny blundering a late cross to let Mick Harford pull one back and ensure the final ten minutes were the customary nail biting panic stricken purgatory!

These moments of insanity, of desperate measures and of ultimate joy in the face of despair are what being a City fan is all about. And on that day, for me, there was no looking back.

….The seeds were well and truly sewn!

It was a wet and cold day and me and my mates had been planning it for months, we had all told our mums we were going out with each others parents for the day so they wouldn’t worry. ( or stop us going )
We got off the bus and were amazed at how many people were there and walking down the road towards the ground was like being in a sea of blue and white. As we got closer to the ground I could hear the crowd singing, it gave me the worst case of butterflies I’ve ever had, even more than the night I’d got my first kiss!
We entered the ground and climbed the steps into the kippax, I’ll never forget the noise!
I couldn’t believe I was finally there and part of it all, I didn’t see much of the game as We were a bit small and wanted to be right in the loudest part of the crowd but it didn’t matter, I was there and I was part of it.
Luckily I’d positioned myself so I had one of the metal barriers at my back, my mates however didn’t and then city scored, the crowd went mad, I remember seeing my mates all getting pushed right to the front and that was the last I saw of them until the next day.
One of the best days of my life and I’ve never looked back since.

City v Oldham in Division 1, sitting in the Kippax. Will never forget Rosler running around the pitch like we had won the league when he scored.

From that moment, I knew my blood was blue!

my first ever city game was city v millwall in the 98/99 season. what a baptism of fire it was. i was seven and my dad had got 2 free tickets which were situated next to the away fans. he sold them and bought two other tickets away from them. during the game a fight broke out between the millwall fans and the city fans. good job my dad used his instinct and moved us to the other end of the mighty old maine road. i think the game finshed 3-1 to the blue’s