Mentally I'm on top of the world
Physically I'm a wreck, Voice is non existent, throat is swollen to gargantuan proportions, I have only just started eating again after the weekend,
Ring of Fire due to Beer

Would I do it again?



























Hell Yeah

Physically i am fucked, i am aching all over today, totally drained... think its 2 days of shaking and jumping about... i'm 38 i feel at least double that, havent slept properly since it was back on again and thought i would last night but couldnt still... my left shin shows a battle scar after Sergio's winner, my right knee got a whack somewhere, somehow, got a lump on my head, my right wrist is fucked (i'm a leftie so not because of that) my throat is killing me still and i'm sure there is a law against the smells i am producing

Mentally isnt much better, the last week has fried my brain, it doesnt work properly, cant concentrate on anything, other than Bluemoon, City videos, reactions and of course that goal...

But i dont care - if i am this dribbling incoherant mess for the rest of my days, it will be all worth it...

Feeling much better today than I did yesterday. I can speak again today! Yesterday my voice had completely gone through shouting and singing so much during and after the match. Was aching a bit too.

My neck and shoulders are destroyed from celebrating with people, i resemble an old man
My alcohol intake has dramatically increased
Work might as well just fuck off this week just like last week
Every time i see the goal or the celebrations or anything remotely to do with City i well up like a big tart

Apart from all that i feel like i am 10 feet tall and walking on air, nobody ever told me it would feel this good for this long

I'm fucked up good and proper. Anyone got a spare liver going?

I feel ok physically, emotionally I feel strange. I was at work and found out the results via a text. I missed the drama and as a result I feel pretty pants about it as I will never get to see a title clincher as spectacular as that :( Still, the fact I have followed City through the years and witnessed games against Teams like Crewe, losing to Baggies 4-0 when I was mascot. To see the highlights and my heroes all over the papers is something special. The next goal I see go in at the Etihad will make me go crazy as I will let out my celebration from the Aguero goal. Then, I will feel slightly better.

Physically, I am better than I was yesterday, hangover has receded.

Mentally, though, it's all a bit Pete Tong.

I have Martin Tyler screaming in my head. On a constant loop.

Grinning like an idiot at random times through the day. At that goal, at the manner of the victory and how it will have destroyed the hearts and minds of all the rag scum bitters it has ever been my misfortune to meet.

At Paul Merson, for once, totally losing himself in the glory of our club, rather than looking at ways to put us down.

And it STILL hasn't sunk in.

This City is ours.

shattered!

happy and exhausted

Apart from bruises like this on both legs:

I'm feeling fucking amazing! What a weekend.