I was curled up against my sofa, looking away from the TV just feeling utterly deflated. My dad was still stood muttering aloud, trying to reassure himself that it wouldn't be a disaster if we lost it. He denies it to this day, but I'm sure I heard 'Son, I'm sorry for making you a City fan' amongst his ramblings. Either that, or he was sorry I had to go through all this crap.
Anyway, I got up when Edin scored. Remember shouting crap towards the screen, not knowing whether we would do it or not. I don't recall actually 'thinking' between the goals, just shouting. Like most I was livid with Nasri and also wondering why SWP was running away with the ball and not trying to pass it to one of our strikers.
Both me and my dad were about 3 foot away from the screen when Aguero scored and as soon as we heard the roar of the crowd, we instantly turned and embraced, shouting and crying and shit. That is the single most raw emotion I have ever felt in my 20 year life and I have no doubt that it won't be bettered. Simply breathtaking.
Plus, I actually welled up after watching a few highlights of that Aguero goal. Makes you realise the significance if something that powerful can still hit you so hard after nearly 8 months.