my first ever manchester city game was man city v york city at home in maine road , 1999. i loved it. it was a dream come true . thats when i new i would be a blue for life.the game was absolutley amazing.we won 4-0 . come on you blues .
i was jumping up like mad and singing all of the football songs . at half time i loved it . i started running around .i was 3 years old at my first ever fottie match , i really miss maine road but the city of manchester stadium has made up for it .

I can’t remember a great deal about my first City game as I was only 3 years of age at the time, so i will have to rely on my dad’s version of events to a certain degree. The match was in the First division and was played against Swindon Town in December 1999. What I do remember is being overawed by Maine Road. The ground appeared huge and I was so small. My dad told me that I was shouting ‘City’ constantly and was even cheering every goal that went in past City keeper Nicky Weaver during the warm up as I thought the game was on and City were actually scoring! the result was a good one with City winning 3 nil and Robert Taylor scored his first goal, rather fortunately, with a weak shot that squirmed under the Swindon keepers body. My love afair with City had started and I have been to see them many times since that day back in December 1999.

My first City game was against Southampton. I think it was September 1990 and it was a draw. Being a fifth generation City fan, I was never going to be anything else!!! It was my first year at high school that year too and the school did a draw for free tickets to the match. I was one of the lucky ones and went along with my family. We sat in the Platt Lane stand at Maine Road. It was still the old benches in the stand then, before it was demolished and built again. I went to games on and off after that until I finished uni and then I became a season ticket holder when we moved to the stadium. It’s definitely an obsession! I get withdrawal symptoms in the summer when they’re are no games!!!

My 1st game was city v derby in april 1991, what a quality day. I was a 10 year old boy coming from a family of utd fans,and always havick the mick taken out of me by my friends for being a city fan. There was just my grandad and i supporting city, We started out in plenty of time from my grandads house in shropshire , with a box full of honey sandwiches , but the time we got to the ground all were gone , an i was getting very nervouse , he mannaged to buy to tickets in the family stand , all i can remember are all the inflatable bannana`s across in the kippax. and witnessing city romp to a 5-1 win and also see the great niall quin go into goal and save a penalty . !!! what a 1st game and what a memorey .

My first game was against reading back when i was abou 3 or 4. I dont remember much from that game but i was sat in the kippax with my dad. I remember i had a perminant smile on my face due to the atmosphere. That was the single best day of my childhood and i still have the scarf i got from the match to remember it.

FA Cup 4th Round I think, may have been 3rd but it was definitely in January..
My mate Dave was going up with a bunch of his mates from the Southampton OSC and asked if I fancied coming with, he knew I was starting to take an interest in City after years of chopping and changing teams, so I said yeah, why not?..
The Saturday came and I met him at the station, 4 pack of Carlsberg at the ready, dead excited about the day ahead of us. We met up with the lads from Southampton on the train and proceeded to take over the buffet car, in those days the only place on the train where people could smoke. The rest of the journey was filled with jokes, insults and just general footy banter that goes on..
We got to Waterloo about lunchtime and found our connection to Brentford easy enough considering the number of empty cans we left with Southwest Trains. There were a few other Blues on the train and a few songs started up, which I tried to join in with as best I could, not easy for a rookie I’ll admit..
At Brentford station I got a bit of kudos for knowing it’s the only ground in Britain with a pub at each corner, or at least it was back then.. Anyway, we soon found the away pub and stood outside, in what i remember was unseasonably warm sunshine, until the City coach came over the bridge next to the pub and a huge cheer went up from the Blues in and around the pub, I loved it..
Match time approached and I found a souvenir seller, and boy did I get into the spirit of things! City pin badge, City bucket hat, City t-shirt was soon snapped up and proudly displayed along with my first King of the Kippax too, I was suddenly City Boy!
Now, after all the various alcoholic refreshment I had enjoyed that day, the match passed im a bit of a blur, but i vividly remember the goal, Nick Summerbee picking it up and slapping one in from about 20 yards, great goal, and that got the whole end up and bouncing, the few thousand Blues in the lower tier where we were all stood just went beserk!
Match over, we all merrily wound our way back to Waterloo, City chants filling the train and slowly settled into a happy, drunken City filled slumber back home..
What a day, what a club, City Til I Die from that day forward

I was 8 when I went to my first city match with my dad,the memory of this day will never leave me. I can still remember the buzz from the crowd as we walked towards Maine Rd and the feeling I got as we entered the stadium.We played Barnsley and athough we lost the atmosphere never faded, and I murmerd sounds just to join in, i was hooked! It was in my blood – like my dad I was blue through and through!
At 26 I’ve been on the rollacoaster ride that is City ever since!

Its Saturday 20th April 1991, the Suns beaming down on Maine rd and my dad , myself aged 8 and my brother 10 at the time, were getting squashed by thousands of extatic city fans in the good old Kippax stand (when you could stand).
Niall Quinn had already scored for City that afternoon then i heared a massive roar come from my right. It was the away fans screaming for a penalty. Tony Coton had brought down Dean Saunders to give Derby a vital penalty. Coton was sent off as a result whom then gave the gloves to Niall Quinn , which was rare then for a striker to take over in net.
Dean Saunders stepped up to take the penalty , I was at this time on my dads shoulders because i wanted to see all the drama.
And Niall Quinn has saved it ! The crowd are going wild cheering and screaming. ‘Blue Moon’ it was so loud it could have been heared from as far away as Wythenshawe !
As a result, Derby were relegated.
I told all my friends about that amazin save for weeks.
I will probably remember
that afternnon for the rest of my life !

Chris Rafferty,
Northern Moor
Manchester

6th Jan 1990, 8 years old, fa cup, hooked! Dad parked the car by the Denmark, some kid my age casually walks up and gets money for the parking, the buzz around the stadium is electrifying! I was about to get the best footballing lesson ever! Winning isn’t everything…Pride, passion, belief is what count.

The game was typical City and finished a goaless draw (we were beaten in the replay), i spent most of the game looking at the crowd and not the pitch anyway!

Millwall lived upto expectations and decided to start some trouble, fences were climbed and Dad hurried me away sharpish.

There was only one question on my mind…’When can we come again?’

Once a blue, always a blue……..pride in battle.

I was 4 years old when my mum and dad took me to see city’s last game of the 92/93 season. We were sat in the North stand quite far back to watch city get hammered 5-2. I dont remember too much about the game but i do remember a city player shooting narrowly wide and everyone around me began clapping. I asked my dad why city fans were clapping when we hadnt scored. He turned to me and said: well it near enough a goal for a City player.