First game....

1961_vintage said:
The Manchester of my childhood was very much one of murky blacks and whites and greys. Arriving at the top of the Kippax for the first time for a night game vs Liverpool in the rain under floodlights was literally breathtaking. Whilst it wasn't my first City game - it was the one where they got me for life.
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I know exactly what you mean. There's only one word for it. Glamour. The only real glamour I've ever encountered. Be interested to know which match that was, if you can fish it out of the depths of time.
Oddly, my first match I can remember nothing whatsoever about. It was against Coventry, March 1968. I've still got the programme for it, so I must have been there. Unless my memory has played tricks on me, and someone bought the programme for me (which is not impossible, since my stepfather was already going to matches at both Maine Road and Old Trafford — he was a football fan, committed to no particular club, but he knew that I was already a City fan from afar). So the first match that I can remember very clearly is also my first derby, August 1968. One of the few times I sat in the Platt Lane end, at a time when there were still benches, I believe. Nothing special about the match — we cancelled each other out — but the atmosphere was stupendous. They were European champions, we were league champions. Whatever revisionist history might write, it was the biggest rivalry in the country, at the time, although Everton—Liverpool was very fierce too. I remember looking across at the Kippax, which was heaving with blue but also quite a lot of red, and thinking, “That's where I want to be, in future”. How cool to have the biggest and most boiling terrace not behind one of the goals, but the length of the pitch! Yes, that was where I wanted to be…

Later on that summer I was at my first European evening (and my last, until really quite recently), when we singularly failed to terrify Europe (in the form of Fenerbache).
 
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City v Watford, FA Cup, 25th Jan 1986. 1-1, Sat in the North Stand. I actually think sh*tty old the scoreboard was working. Bleeding Freezing. Luckily, I didn't go the the second replay when we lost 1-3.

I remember my dad's mate giving me a sly nip of whiskey from his hip flask at half time which was most welcome.
 
Can’t remember my first, but i Know my earliest one I can remember was against Charlton around 2000 (aged 10)

Think we lost 4-1 and just remember Weaver gifting them a goal. It was my first time in the kippax as we always used to sit near the police control room in the Maine stand where one side of the pitch was hidden behind a concrete post!
 
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