When / why did you become a City fan?

3rd August 1968.... Charity Shield at Maine Road v WBA. Battered them 6-1

Went to a few games with my dad the season we won the League, though only have the programmes to say I was there as I don't remember them. This was the game I knew City and football was for me 2-0 up after about 5 minutes, and one of the best free kick routines ever



Just watched it again and a Scouse flag being waved just after Franny scores the third. When was that last OK for a neutral to attend in there clubs gear?
 
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Born into it, both sides of family are staunch city with numerous season ticket holders. had a couple of family members with city youth but none went on to play first team. my dads great uncle was George wyn who was a leading goalscorer pre WW1, so been in family since then i guess and thankfully passed on to my kids now, dont know how lucky they are.
 
29th August 1988. We lost 4-1 to Oldham (I think Lake scored) - and it was my first time on the Kippax - and despite being utterly shite the Kippax bounced for 90 mins (very little heading off early like today - despite the scoreline) - I fell in love...little did I know how shite it was going to continue to be for a few decades...
 
gouldybob said:
3rd August 1968.... Charity Shield at Maine Road v WBA. Battered them 6-1

Went to a few games with my dad the season we won the League, though only have the programmes to say I was there as I don't remember them. This was the game I knew City and football was for me 2-0 up after about 5 minutes, and one of the best free kick routines ever



Just watched it again and a Scouse flag being waved just after Franny scores the third. When was that last OK for a neutral to attend in there clubs gear?
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The free-kick routine worked again 4 years later, same players involved.

 
Was at both them games remember my dad raving about the free kicks . Pretty sure I was in the scoreboard against wba I was 8.
 
Started supporting city when I was about 8 back in 2000. Round here (south east England) everyone supports either man utd, Chelsea or Liverpool and I wanted to be different so randomly chose city.

Watched the city United game where beckham scored a free kick and remember being gutted for the blue team and ever since then I decided to support them

First game was an away defeat to Chelsea 5 0 in 2003. Was crying my eyes out in the ground. After the game I waited by the coach and Shaun goater came over signed my programme and ruffled my hair. I also got autographs from a few others. Still have the programme framed.

Have been hooked ever since, now have a 7 year old who is absolutely city mad as well as a 2 year old who will follow suit. We all have season tickets and we just love the city as much as the football team.

Although i have no family connection to Manchester I really do feel like it’s my second home.
 
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When i started Primary School (which was Juniors back then, moving on from Infants school) in around 1989/1990. As i was in a predominantly white area, i was one of about 3 kids that were not white. So when i made a friend and his family were massive blues, i made my choice to kind of fit in. Once you're in, you're in for life.
 
Following on from the "When Did You Become a City Fan?" Why?

Mine was a couple of competing family members. As cousins and younger lads, they used to go to all the matches together at Maine Rd and The Swamp. Both took me to a few matches to try and get me interested. But it wasn't until I did Maine Rd at a midweek match that I caught the bug. It was Colin Bell's testimonial game and there was just something different about a night match for a young kid - exciting, scary, late night on a school night, not quite sure what the attraction was, but The Rags never got a look in after that game.
 
If “when” is the first time you went to see City “on your own” (without parental or carer oversight) the my “when” was August 1962 at Maine Road vs newly promoted LiVARpool and City were relegated- and so it began !!!!!

My earliest memory is the Cup Finals of 55 and 56 .

What a privilege to have seen the last ten years

Come on City
 
Bet there's a few who answer the same.

My dad's a City fan so I didn't get a choice!

I was taken to Maine Road at around 3 years old, sat in the North stand cos I was too small for the Kippax. As a side note both my daughters were taken at a similar age, one to sit on the Kippax and one to the Etihad.
 
I early as I can remember, old fella and grandad big blues and it was just as simple as that, whole childhood was dominated by football even before I was old enough to play for a team or been to a game I was down on the field with my dad shooting at him and I was never not in my City kit, can remember getting the new kit for Christmas and sulking cos I wasn’t allowed to wear it to church that day
Sticking all stickers of the City players to my bedroom door In the positions they played and getting a bollocking

I know a lot have had the same experience but I was the only blue at school and amongst my mates but it was ingrained in me even then and I would never back down
I do think I’ve missed out on some good times late teens/early 20s never having any City mates to go to games and away games with on the piss, it’s always been me and my dad ( yes I know I’ll treasure those times ) but sometimes as a young lad you want to go and be with you mates but I can say now I’m pretty sure their will never be a red born into my family while I’m about
 
There were many times in the 90s when repeatedly asked myself that very question.

For me it was simple. My dad first took me to see City when I was 5. I saw he loved it and as with many other things there probably an inner drive within me to please him, what made him happy was good enough for me. So that probably explains the "why" I loved the experience of going with him, the stench of bovril and eating wagon wheels. I loved the noise I cant really say I enjoyed the footie itself as my eyes were shot to pieces and hadnt been diagnosed then so I basically saw light blue blurs for most of game and couldnt even see from Platt Lane to North Stand.

It wasnt till I was 8 that I would called myself a fan, starting asking for kits for Christmas (from Sugg Sports in Stockport remember that!??) I think Johnny Bonds cup run with their perms and dodgy tashes finally grabbed me "as a fan" and I was hooked from then on. The Spurs FA cup final when I was 8 was the first time Id really experienced highs and lows of being a supporter.
 
My birth father and older brother are reds and took me to Old Trafford for a season around 1987. Then, my parents separated and my Mum met who I now call my Dad who is a blue.

For a few months, each of my Dads would take me to watch whoever was at home.

There were a number of lads in school who "supported" two teams. One who liked United and Villa, one who liked United and Forest, one who liked United and Everton.

We were playing football one break time and one of my classmates picked up the ball and shouted everyone in. He said that we all needed to choose the team we would support forever and couldn't pick two teams.

We ended up with 2 Liverpool fans, 1 Everton, 1 Villa, the rest United. I was at the end of the line and just said "City".
 
the blue panther said:
Blimey, hat's off to you, as that's when we really began to slide down the long slippery slope - you saw all the shite, so you deserve more than most to see all this success now.
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Cried all the way home in the car with my dad. To be fair he is the one who deserves the medal as he wasn’t even a City fan back then (wrexham fan) yet for years in the 80’s and 90’s he took me to so many games. That must have been even more painful for him.
 
I am not proud saying this, but started off as a scum fan (was only 6 or 7) when they got relegated to the old 2nd division I changed my allegiance to City and have never looked back CTID
 
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