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

I was only 5, went to Sincil Bank to see City take an early lead through Rosler. Then my rollercoaster ride of being a City fan begun with me leaving Lincoln having seen us lose 4-1!
I was hooked.

I’m not totally sure who we were playing, but I do remember it was at Main Road, I was only a young kid, I was skipping a doctors appointment to see the match with my older brother who was a season ticket holder. I lost my voice do to being unwell about 10 mins before k.o, though i still tried to scream and shout along with the fans. the atmosphere at main road i feel is lost at COMS, it’s not the same camaraderie that I once felt. However, I’ll never forget the smells, the walk up the old concrete steps and then the view, centre of pitch mid level, and 3 goals for City, c’mon you blues!

was against blackpool at maine rd i was only 5 & went with my dad,i can remember sitting down in the north stand & seeing all the fans & hearing the singing.we won 3-0 & my dad picking me up & holding me up in the air when we scored,i have been going ever since & i will not stop going no matter what,once a blue always a blue.

My first game was at Maine road against Newcastle in the 95/96 season. I was 10 years old and went with my dad and brother who surprisingly are also blues. It was the most exciting game I’ve ever seen, a 3-3 thriller with action galore. Poor old Keith Curle was battered by Faustino Asprilla in what turned out to be a great battle between the two sides.

My first City game was at Maine Road against Tranmere Rovers. We travelled with the Tranmere fans, because we are from Birkenhead, and sat in the away end. It was a great game and very hard not to stand up and cheer when City scored,though I was jumping up and down inside! It was 1-1 in the end. I had a fantastic time and was totally sold on City. The only sad thing was that our coach was bricked in the car park.

Like most people of my generation, i fell in love with footbal whilst watching the 1990 world cup at the tender age of six years old.
Because of this i fell in love with Gazza and Lineker, thus my father took me to my first game involving these legends. My dad was a blue, this meant taking me to a game involving both clubs. We sat in the away end known then as the Platt Lane End.
My memories of the game were being the coldest I have ever been, not seeing any of the goals as it was too foggy at the other end, but i cheered each goal anyway.
Inspite all of this I came away a blue and have followed them to the depths of despair to hopefully the days at the top, which we loyal fans deserve!!
I’ll be taking my son Naill (yes he is named after the big Irish man)to his first game in May at nine months old…to carry on the family law!!

The first game i went to was when i was only 5 years old. My Dad; a lifelong City fan, took me. My Mum had packed me all kinds of things to keep me busy in case I got bored…I needed none of them!

The atmosphere at Maine road was amazing, like nowhere I have ever been I will never forget that day.