Your City Story

i have been a city fan since i was 5 years old and i am 63 years old one of my best moments was meeting big mal when i was 11 years old down at main road as i wanted to know how city trained and he took me and my dad inside the ground and there was colin bell and he was running up to the top off the kippex stand and he said that is the standard you have to get to and then laughed and colin came over and shuck my hand and i went to school the next with out washing that hand and i remember having my photo took with tony book in wembley 1969 with the FA CUP and going to wembley in 1976 with my now exwife who was about 5 month pregnant with the best daughter in the world to me then wembley 1981 against spurs both games and wembley in 1986 and i took my daughter to her first wembley trip in that what was called the full member cup against chelsea which we lost and when we left main road to the new ground i went for about with my present wife but due to health reason now just follow from our home in grimsby but we will always be blues 😀

I became a fan while a season ticket holder with Leeds, and saw them in FA Cup final of 1969. in the mid 70s. I went abroad to work and travel in 1975 in Holland, Germany, Spain and Australia. When I returned in 2002 I has become disillusioned with the men's game and started to watch a few games of the women, and in 2014 became a fan of MCWFC, and never seen a live men's game since. I reckon the women's game to benow how the founding fathers of the game, here, intended it to be.

Been a city fan since the age of 9

Been a Blue for 20 years when first met my husband. My favourite moment is still that Aguero goal- you know the one! Was lucky to be right behind the goal that day. Best day ever.

Its such a great honor for me to be a City fan , im very proud to be part of this Skyblues club...Cityzens all the way !

There were two tv’s in our street in 1956 so half in our house and half of the street in the other. I was put in front of the tv with) and a bottle of Dandylion and Burdoch and told to be quiet, I watched as City beat Birmingham 3-1and Bert Trautman the hero was injured and nobody knew how bad it was. 64 years later and “STILL” a blue with many memories some good and some not so, the last 51 years have been a supporter from 26,000 k’s away in NZ and only in the last 20 years have we had comprehensive and competent coverage. I watch all football but I am blue through and through, Peter Doherty was a distant relative and my son has the same name, my wife says I love City more than her😍😍 not true (the same☺️) seriously though my love of football helped through some bad times. City have always been a family club and long may it stay the same.

I have been supporting City since 1969 when I saw the semi-final of the FA Cup and was amazed by Bell, Lee and Summerbe. Absolutely world class, especially Colin Bell, still my all time favourite player. As an Irish man living in Dublin, I was always in the minority with All most everyone being red, Arsenal, Liverpool and United. I saw my first live game when I was 30 v Everton and am now a season ticket holder, Treasurer of the Dublin Branch, the oldest Branch outside the UK and miss going over every few weeks. Certainly City Till I Die.

I first became a fan On May 7th 1955 at the age of thirteen when I was watching City play Newcastle on our black and white TV . I fell in love with Bert Trautmann , pleaded with my father to take me to Maine Road . Soon afterwards I was ill in hospital with a growth in my throat , recovered,and Dad was prepared to grant any request! My future was sealed!

My grandad was a City supporter and went to games with my uncle after WW2. It was my mum who really brought us up to be Blues. It was only tough for the mid- 70s - 2011, so not bad really. Worth the wait though for that Aguero moment. So typically City in doing it the hard way whilst at the same time breaking that mould permanently. We've been spoiled for the last 10 years. Long may it continue.

Being Irish people often ask me why city l guess it was my dad who loved football and lived and worked in Manchester back in the 50s before he came back to Ireland and it must have rubbed off on me.