I can’t remember my first game, is it because it was so unmemorable or is it that I am now old. Coming along with my father, something must have happened as here I am over 50 years later. Through the lows of the early 60s, the highs of the late 60s and early 70s, the so so 80s and on to the millenium. Many teams, many players, but one club, mine, yours, OURS.

My dad took me the start of the1949/50 season which was the first match of Bert Trautmanns match for city, sections of the crowd bood him which i didnt understand, weeks later they were cheering him, he was fantastic.

I travelled from Glossop on the train with my close friend Eric – we still meet up at each home game even though we live 200 miles apart – and got the bus to the ground from Aytoun Street. The game was against Birmingham City and lasted about half an hour because of a waterlogged pitch! The score was 1-1. The whole day out cost me less than 10/-d (50p). The good old days!!

Went to see City 11 years old walked from collyhurst with my mate Tommy Brinning I was hooked right from the start all my fammily were reds (they are stupid)still going with my son just recived my Oap season ticket but only look 21 just shows you what watching city can do for you

My Dad took me to City v Middlesborough on Feb 18 1950 and this is the first game I can remember. We stood on the corner of the Platt Lane and Main Stands level with the goal line and my memory is of Bert Trautmann making a great leap to save a header from Wilf Mannion. They were both distinctive blonds and the programme notes for Mannion say that he was an automatic choice for England and one of the finest inside forwards in the game. I found one of my friends selling the very programme on ebay last year and pretended to bid a huge amount for it and he let me have it for free. There are other memories of being passed over peoples’ heads and sitting on the track with a huge sergeant complete with stick watching over us. Happy days.

I was 7 and my Uncle Roy took me to the friendly against Hearts to celebrate the installation of the floodlights. “Which is our team?” I said. “The ones in Blue” was the answer. Hooked for life…

I was born in to a Blue Family and my first City game was in 1951, when I was 5. My Grandpa and I took the bus from Withington. I had to go in, on my own, through the Ladies and Boys turnstile, and wait inside for what seemed an awfully long time until he came to collect me from his entrance. He sat me on top of an iron barrier so I could see and I have never forgotten that day.

Despite being born in Trafford Park and having 2 brothers who supported the reds my dad was a fanatical blue. I followed in his footsteps and after years of begging my mum to let him take me with him she finally relented when I was 11 and on September 5th 1959 my dream was realised and we got the “special” from Flixton which took us close to Maine Road.
We walked through the back alleys approaching the stadium and on seeing Maine Road for the first time my heart skipped a couple of beats!! What an amazing sight it seemed so huge.
We queued up at the turnstiles for the scoreboard end and joined a huge crowd of 43,650 to wathch City against Wolverhampton Wanderers, coincidentally the town where my grandad was born
Wolves were the reigning champions with some great players whereas we had finished just 1 point from relegation the previous season.But we did have the great Bert Trautmann in goals and Billy McAdams at centre forward and had won our 2 previous home games. So Billy McAdams scored a hat trick and Colin Barlow got one but we still lost 4-6. I was hooked for life and here is a photo of me and my two sons 50 years later before going in to see our beloved City demolish Hull City 5-1

Consulting my Ray Goble City Compilation book the date had to be April 18, 1959. I can’t find Blackburn in the first division in the immediate preceding years.
My first ever visit to a professional football match was a spontaneous ride on a Charabanc with our local supporters club from the Wellington Inn on Stretford Road – Hulme. Jim lyons, my father, surprised me by suddenly announcing that there was room on the coach and I had to grab my jacket and away we were! Until that moment I hadn’t even been aware of any connections with the Wellington, because if my Dad had a ‘pub’then it had to be the ‘Grant’s Arms’ on Jackson Street.
Very few memories remain of the game, I vaguely remember that Blackburn had a number of legends playing for them, Douglas, Clayton spring to mind. What I can remember, vividly was the vast crowd compacted into Ewood Park, locals and Mancunians intermingled and the incessant unmalicious banter throughout the game. The frightening squashed feeling as we were channeled towards and through the claustrophobic exits after the game and the ride home again to Hulme at the back of the bus. I was sick of course. Oh and City got beat that day, some things never change!

my dad & charlie & uncle stanley took me to my first game when i was 8 or 9 so as i was born in 1947 it was probably `1955/6 season memories are of a swirling fog and i was in the platt lane stand,sometimes you could barely see the other end! i can remember being very excited, and i told one of my uncle frank who supported united & used to pull my leg about city, that i was going to my first city game. He used to ride a motor bike and had an enormously long football scarf which he wrapped around his neck several times to keep him warm. He said i could borrow this scarf to where at the game, and i took it thinking how superb it looked. Only trouble was it was black & gold the colours of wolves, i didn’t realise and wore it any way thinking i looked really cool! when i got to the ground irealised my mistake, but in those days the worst remark i got was “you’ve got the wrong colours on lad!” city lost i think 3-4 but it was a great game and the seed was planted 53 years later i sit in the east stand and still love city!