Not sure if you’re being tongue in cheek or serious (I suspect serious) but I heartily concur.
literally at that point, a lifetime - 42 years in my case by that day - of unremitting, relentless and remorseless piss taking ended in that moment.
Thousands of texts to the effect of “how did City get on today haha” after each regular defeat.
Regularly being serenaded while out with “this is how it feels to be City..” etc.
Being the butt of a lifetimes worth of jokes.
And just the sheer inevitability each season that not only were we going to disappoint but that they were going to win something. Always always something.
Relegation - they win the title. Relegation - they win an fa cup.
Grown Men laughing and guffawing into my face as we struggled in the third tier.
All of that and so much more gone, up in smoke, never to return, in the flash of an instant as Sergio smashed that ball past paddy kenny.
Oh Sergio you beautiful little bastard, you did so much more than simply score a goal that won a title. You changed thousands of lives for the better. Not just for that day or that summer. Forever.
I love him. I just love him.