In an exclusive extract from his new book Born to Rise, Sergio Aguero tells the story of the most dramatic goal in Premier League history from the perspective of the man who scored it.
"I doubt the events of May 13, 2012 will ever be far from my mind. All the season’s hard work came down to one game, and we were just 90 minutes from securing the ultimate prize and winning Manchester City Football Club’s first title for 44 years.
"We were nervous, full of adrenaline and excited, but we were also ready to take our place in the history of the club. There could be no half-measures, no relying on luck and no regrets. Walking down the tunnel and out on the pitch was a little different than normal. Of course, there was a fantastic, deafening welcome, but the fans who had been behind us helping us all season were edgy as well, which added to the tension.
"When Pablo Zabaleta scored the opening goal before half-time, there was an out-pouring of relief from everyone.
"So we went in at the break feeling in good shape and every-thing seemingly on track QPR changed their tactics and when they scored out of virtually nothing, the doubts began to creep in.
"Then, a few minutes later, the make-up of the game changed again. I saw Carlos Tevez on the floor and went over to see what had happened. It seemed everything had suddenly gone a little crazy. When he started to get up he was insulting Joey Barton in Spanish calling him something that translates closestto ‘bad milk’ – an expression you might aim at someone who is overly aggressive. I could see Barton was getting more and more heated so I went to stop Carlos from reacting and maybe getting himself sent off so I told Barton to calm down and that he was crazy. He thought I was confronting him. When the referee came to him and showed him a red card, he kneed me in the side as he walked off the pitch. I have no idea why he did that and, to this day, I would love to know the answer because my intentions had been nothing other than taking the heat out of the situation.
"Ah, well! So they are now at a disadvantage, the score is 1-1 and there are 35 minutes remaining. We have an extra man but they could have had nine men and it would not have made any difference because we were playing so badly. We couldn’t find any space or a way through and it just felt as though the stars weren’t aligned in our favour. Even more so when we conceded a second QPR goal.
"The clock continued to tick down and the assistant referee held up the board to tell us there were five added minutes to be played and I thought it was all over.
"How could we find two goals in the time that remained? Then, at last, a lifeline. Two minutes into injury time, Edin Dzeko heads home from a David Silva corner to make it 2-2 and I thought, maybe we still have a chance. Maybe...
"There were almost 95 minutes on the clock and time was up so it was now or never. We had a throw-in and the ball was steadily coming back up the field – the urge was to hit it long and hope for the best, but that wasn’t our style. We had to remain true to the principles that had served us so well. I dropped deep to pick the ball up from Nigel de Jong and pushed the ball forward, closing in on Mario. I played the ball to him with the outside of my foot, but he was falling over under a challenge and as he fell, he managed to nudge the ball back to me. There was no room to shoot but I saw a chance to burst into the box instead. As I pushed the ball past Taye Taiwo, I felt contact on my right foot and in a microsecond, I had to decide whether I carried on or went down looking for a penalty – the contact was only slight so I continued on. This was it, the one chance I’d hoped would come and I had to make it count, so I hit the ball as hard as I could and hoped for the best.
"I remember seeing the ball hitting the back of the net, hearing a deafening roar and things are hazy after that! I pulled off my shirt and wheeled away swirling it above my head as I went a little crazy. I knew that the time was up and that goal was going to win us the title but the shock didn’t set in until my teammates dragged me down on to the ground and started telling me they loved me. Mario grabbed me and said, “You f***ing idiot! I love you big b****cks!”
"I can barely recall lining up to kick off again and the next thing I knew, I could see people celebrating and was aware of people running onto the pitch but I was still a little dazed and was thinking ‘what’s going on?’ City fans were coming up and hugging me and telling me they loved me and thanking me but I was still in shock with it all. I suppose I felt a little crazy and looking back, I think, what an idiot! I could have just celebrated the day and the events after the goal in a normal way but the truth was I was too far gone. We had done it, but in the most dramatic way imaginable and I don’t think any of us had anything left at that point."