One of my greatest days following City ever.
First time at Wembley, first time at Wembley watching City. Drove down to Pinner and parked the car, got in the ground a good hour before kick-off. Watched the game and barely remember a thing about it, except jumping a foot in the air when Yaya scored and slamming back down on my toes which killed for weeks afterwards.
When the full-time whistle went it sank in big time that City were going to be in an FA Cup final and that we'd just beaten United to get there. And then the announcement that the M40 was reopened got a cheer almost as loud as the goal, haha. Just floated on air all the way back to Pinner and couldn't believe we were on the brink.
Turns out I'd got so stressed and dehydrated during the game that I developed a migraine as soon as we sat down in the car. Slept the whole way home and woke up as we were pulling into our road, head slightly groggy but still buzzing from the game. It was bang on midnight and 'Bobby in Phoenix' by Gorillaz was playing on Radio 2.
One of my absolute favourite memories.
Looking back, it really was the day it all started. Thanks Yaya. We'd have got there eventually with the money and knowhow behind us, but would we have done it in the way we did? Absolutely no chance. To beat United, of all teams, at Wembley, and then beat them to the title the following year, definitely gave the belief to keep on winning.
What a day.