When their second went in i fucked off. “City will always let me down”. Was ready to just go home. Got on to the concourse and loads of blues milling about.
i went for a wee, gave my head a wobble and went back in.
i didnt celebrate edins goal as i just thought it was too little too late
what followed is a blur. I still dont remember the goal going in. Just cant picture that moment in my minds eye , i just grabbed my dad and started saying, “weve won the league, weve won the league”.
the emotions after were amazing, the countdown clock, the ex players from 68, the trophy lift.
got on the train and was just emotionally done. Totally drained.
got off at cheadle hulme and had one pint as i was fucked, knackered, and decided to head home to poynton.
lived just behind the farmers arms at the time, slumped on my chair ready to call it a day and then heard singing, chanting, cheering. Got a second wind and raced round to the farmers and it was bouncing.
more beer, more jaegers
best day of my life