I was with my then 3 year old son who was in his first season as a season ticket holder. He knew we were losing and his face was so disappointed, I thought "welcome to Manchester son" - he'd never been to a game and seen them lose since he was born. I felt like crying.
I remember the guy on the tannoy kept repeating something along the lines of "at the final whistle, fans are reminded not to go on the pitch" After about the 6th time he said it a big loud grown went out from the fans "oh fuck off will you, shudupppp" and that was in the North Stand. However, it was although he knew something we didn't, looking back on it now!
I was slumped back in my seat with tightly folded arms and trying to think of what to say to my rag friends if I'm honest, but my mind was numb, no excuses were forthcoming, and I pondered the benefits of taking my son home early. Then when Dzeko scored I remembered that I walked out at the Gillingham game and ended up watching the penalty shoot out in a London pub after a frantic run to find one, my arms became unfolded and my posture improved.
When Aguero scored......well..... you know the rest, but let's just say my 4 year old is thinner now than he was, and his eyeballs are likely slightly larger.
Watching that counter run down tipped me over the edge. Curse broken!
But, ever mindful of 'that' Spurs cup game, I couldn't bring myself to walk on the pitch. The negative press we got for that haunted us and my uncle ended up in a cell over it.....so I just watched and enjoyed one of the most astonishing days in my life - from the stand.
Incredible day. I could write a book about it. A couple of days later I copied the photo's off my camera and it's hard to tell what part of the day all the picture are taken. It's rather comical. The looks of despair, nerves, elation are scattered all over the place thoughout the pictures, before the game, during the game and after.
