Great thread!
I moved to South Africa in 1972 at age 7. As my dad was a Blue I became a Blue, following from afar. If we were lucky, the results of the games played on the Saturday would appear in a column called "stop press" right at the back of the paper; how I would scan the paper for these as they weren't always in the same place. Fast forward 5 years and we went back to Manchester to see all the relatives.
I persuaded my dad, who had stopped going to football matches when the Sheffield Wednesday scandal came to be- so this was a big deal for him. Not nearly as big a deal as it was for me though!
He decided we were going the match against Birmingham City on 19 April 1977, a nigh match two days before my 12th birthday.
And we were off! We got the bus from Ashton into the city centre and got the special from Aytoun Street. While there were a smattering of City fans on the bus from Ashton, the special was full of them. Back in the 70's the typical football fan was a different animal to the typical football fan now. They were rougher, tighter and somehow bigger and nastier, and I loved every second of being in that bus with them. To be on a bus where everyone was talking and chanting about City was heaven. Had I died on the bus that day I would have died happy.
When we got to the ground my dad and I queued up at one of the turnstiles at the Kippax and then we were in. As many have posted in this thread, the site of the pitch, massive and green under the floodlights just took my breath away. It's something that has stayed with me all my life and will be with me forever.
We were in the ground quite early, so we found a nice spot closish to the away supporters (but not too close) in the top left of the Kippax. As people filtered in, the atmosphere grew and grew until I noticed that there was very little space left, but my dad looked after me and everyone around was friendly to us.
The roar when the match started was unbelievable and the game went by in a blink. As I remember, a young Trevor Francis was playing for Drum that night but Dave Watson never gave him a look-in all game. We came out winning 2-1 and I was as happy as I could remember.
If it wasn't for a freak loss to Derby shortly after we could have won the first division.
Maine Road never let any dreaming kid down on their first visit.
Still a Blue and always a Blue