I was stood up a foot or two from the tv for most of the second half (as is the case with me for most matches, but this one was different of course). Just pleading, cursing, hoping, hanging on for hope. It sounds bullshit to say you had a feeling. perhaps it was more of an open mindedness based on the strength of the squad, the fact that we were at home, that it was QPR, whatever it was.. but I can say that when Edin scored I looked at my wife and said "one will get you two, honey". She was holding my infant son, he had his little City shirt on and I kissed him for luck... and I kept looking at the stoppage time and calculating how many more goes we would have at it.. Then as Sergio is bringing his foot back to strike it, it was the holiest of holy shit moments.. when the ball hit the net I took off screaming down my hallway and jumped around every room of my house. My son started crying (happens a lot when I celebrate a goal a little too loudly) so I ran back in and started kissing my wife and son and I just remember my wife rubbing my son's back and trying to calm him and saying "No baby.. daddy's happy. Daddy's so happy."