'I've spent years on the M6 wondering if I was slightly insane' - fan storiespublished at 15:45 8 August

You have been sharing your stories and photos about why you love Manchester City.
Here is a final selection of your submissions, but do make sure you scroll down this page to see all the best responses from throughout the week:
Steve: As a young boy in East Sussex, I was mesmerised by Peter Barnes running down the wing. I used to pretend I was him whenever I had a ball at my feet so needless to say I became a Manchester City fan.
Here I am nearly 50 years later, a Sussex-based season ticket holder with a 550-mile round trip every home game. I have spent years on the M6 wondering if I was slightly insane?
But the friends I have made, the memories shared and the past few trophyladen years make it all worthwhile!

Ian: On Saturday, 5 September 1959, at age 12, went to my first Manchester City game on my own. Took the number 45 bus from Benchill, got into Maine Road at the scoreboard end and pressed up to the concrete wall right at the front. When I got home, Dad asked how they had got on. We lost 6-4 but he did not believe me and had to check the football Pink. It was typical City of old, 2-0 up after 10 minutes but still lost even with Bert Trautmann in goal.
Mark: I was at Maine Road waiting in my work van for new signing Trevor Francis to arrive.
Suddenly there was a rush of photographers running to the front entrance. In all the excitement, I started my van to get a bit closer, my foot slipped off the clutch pedal and I hit a concrete bollard!
But…I did get to see our new superstar!

Ian: When I was eight in 1964, Subbuteo was all down our street. I asked my mum if I could have a set for my birthday. I didn't select a team but she brought me Manchester City, I asked why and she said she liked the colours. I have been a fan ever since, passed the love onto my daughters and then to my grandsons. It's been a real rollercoaster ride but I have loved it.