I don't think I watched the game between Mackie's goal and Dzeko's goal.
I just remember looking at my feet for twenty minutes, planning the next few days as a City fan avoiding any contact with other football fans.
It's sort of odd because if you watch the game back and skip to 87 minutes, there's so much anger. It's not frustration or sadness or hopelessness, it is pure anger.
But when Dzeko scored I did jump and shout encouragement, as did my mum and cousin. But the people around me stayed sitting, as if they didn't feel it was enough (I sit in 234).
As for Aguero's goal, I remember seeing the shot go in and jumping to the left - literally screaming in the high-pitched manner of a young girl.
I think I either collapsed to, or was knocked to, the floor. I landed on my knees and stayed there for a good thirty seconds or so while everyone jumped around me. My head in my hands in utter disbelief and amazement.
The first thing I remember after getting back up was seeing Kolarov receiving a piggy back from one of our coaching staff.
And then the whistle went. I cried on and off for a good hour after that. Best day of my life.