Matty said:
I'd spent the previous 10 minutes in a state of depression, convinced we'd just fucked it all up royally and dreading the avalanche of Twitter/Facebook United clowns I'd need to deal with for the next few months. The bloke next to me, to his credit, kept saying "it's not over yet" whilst his daughter and her mate were in floods of tears. I'm not sure whether he genuinely believed it or simply couldn't bring himself to contemplate anything else at that stage. I didn't have a tantrum, but I was certainly convinced it was over, that we'd achieved the unthinkable, and lost to the worst away side in the league to throw away the title. When Dzeko scored I didn't go mental, although clearly I celebrated. However I just had this feeling that we'd get another chance, one more opportunity to score. From my seat in Block 109 I was directly behind Aguero when he stepped past Taiwo, in that brief second before he struck the ball I KNEW he'd score, I was leaping to celebrate as he hit it, it just seemed inevitable to me. There were floods of tears around me again, but for entirely different reasons this time. I haven't got kids. I'm not married. That moment was the best moment of my entire life. Something truly spectacular is going to have to happen for that to ever change.
I remember the girls bursting into tears when Mackie scored and the bloke next to you saying it'll be alright and agreeing with him. "Plenty of time yet" I seem to remember saying at that point.
As the clock got to 90 minutes I just felt sick at the same thought of rags ramming it down our throats so we must have discussed that. I don't think we celebrated that much when Dzeko scored; in some ways it just made it worse thinking we'd come so close.
I thought the game was up when the ball went out for the throw-in as they'd just waste time after that and NDJ seemed to dwell on the ball for what seemed like ages at the time before playing it to Sergio. Even when the ball went in I still took a second to check if the goal was going to stand. Then I went to hug my son but he'd gone down the steps.
Vinnie's wife said in one of those articles published about the day recently that she had to be politically correct and had to say her wedding and the birth of their daughter topped it but I knew what she really meant. The sheer drama, tension, raw excitement and unpredictability of those few moments and what it meant, made it THE most amazing moment of all.