You can feel the impotent rage and bile from a huge number of the bluemoon massif tonight.
They’re fucking gutted that big Erl, the most sought after, and best, striker in the world scored a winning goal in a game that we looked, frankly, shite in until he came on.
They’re fucking gutted. Devastated. Angry. And bitter.
And it’s glorious to witness.
City fans my fucking arse.