Well as a neutral (Wolves fan) I can tell you no moment in my 57 years of life has met the sheer drama and thrill of that single moment where any club wins a premier league title or equivalent trophy at the expense of its hated rivals, who themselves thought they had won it within the same few seconds. It was an incredibly unique moment, not just for every person in Manchester and the north-west, but for the whole of the UK public watching or listening in.
Leicester may be the achievement of the decade, but nothing will ever beat the day City won the title, every football fan in the Country (other than the big boys of which you are obviously now one) watched on and could relate to the pain and all-too-typical disappointment you were feeling at 2-1 down, and then shared in your joy at that moment of sheer uncontrolled, pleasure-driven wildness that every fan in the Country can only ever see happening in their most extreme dreams as Aguero lashed it home. That commentary moment will live with every football fan, forever.
Seeing Alex Ferguson's face change from that 'smug gloatiness' to raging thunder was sheer poetry and theatre, as the reporters switched from the disbelieving, polar-opposite celebrations then gut-wrenching disbelief on the pitch at full time in Sunderland, to the heart-attack inducing scenes in Manchester, where the deepest of deep pain turned in a split second to the wildest ecstasy ever witnessed in football.
Well, as a neutral, that's how I saw it - those 2-3 minutes epitomised everything any football fan could ever, ever wish to experience in their football-supporting life. Nothing else I have ever seen, remotely comes close.
