I was talking to someone at work today about how we won the league ... not just the dramatic final two goals but how top spot kept changing back and forth over those final 95 minutes of the season. It was insane for everyone present in the stadium but when we eventually left the ground and went home, I wasn't prepared for how the neutrals watching from around the world were almost as mesmerised and wrapped up in it as we were. It was amazing to listen to people (pundits, friends, colleagues, foreign journos, whomever) talking about their experiences of it and how it affected them. Loads of them were admitting to shaking or crying at the end. And this apparently went for people literally all over the world. Utterly astonishing.
Did our fabulous MCFC shake the world that day or what? And did we finally bury a big, fuck off dagger straight through the proverbial heart of the sneering Trafford plastics? Now they know how it feels to be an international laughing stock. And it wasn't the Dippers or the Gooners or their old enemy Lids United that were the cause of that, it was l'll ol' Ciddy. And best of all, the whole world knows we are the champions.
So did the people who were at the stadium that day appreciate the sheer scale of it once the game was over? I didn't.
Did our fabulous MCFC shake the world that day or what? And did we finally bury a big, fuck off dagger straight through the proverbial heart of the sneering Trafford plastics? Now they know how it feels to be an international laughing stock. And it wasn't the Dippers or the Gooners or their old enemy Lids United that were the cause of that, it was l'll ol' Ciddy. And best of all, the whole world knows we are the champions.
So did the people who were at the stadium that day appreciate the sheer scale of it once the game was over? I didn't.