I captained a team in a competition I'd won with Coca Cola back in May 2004 (to be honest, my mate worked for the promotion company so I was a shoe in, so got to play at the Etihad.
We lost 8-5 and the opposition had a young kid playing up front (think Jason Beckford, but quicker). He won a ball in midfield, went past 5 or 6 thirty somethings then chipped our Polish keeper.
I was sat on the edge of the opposition 18 yard box whilst he waltzed around everyone, as I was poring in sweat, having spent 3 days on a stag do preceding the game.
There were a few blues (fans, not players) in our team that day.
It became more memorable due to the fact that we were strictly told to wear moulded studs but I didn't have a pair, but despite a 'thorough' check by the ref, my screw ins were deemed acceptable. By half time, I only had 7 of the 12 left as 5 had got embedded in the pitch. 5 days later, England played a friendly on our pitch and Gary Neville had to leave the pitch after receiving a nasty gash to his knee after a pretty innocuous challenge in the area of the pitch that I was goal-hanging. In my mind, he received his injury from an upturned screw from my misplaced stud.
EDIT: And, yes, whilst sat, I applauded his goal
