The week before the QPR game i imagined how the game would go and probably came up with ten or twenty variations, but we were never gonna lose. Last week I didn't know where to start. I shouldn't have listened to Tyler bollocking on about me never seeing the likes of the QPR game again. There'll probably be a repeat some time next season. Another Bernabeu moment, a QPR game, and a Watford final. But that's what I've watched over six or seven decades. Would't change it for anyone playing in red!
I expressed my fears in the pre match threads that "Typical City" seemed to have reappeared this season and that nagging fear wouldn't leave me. I'd watched Villa struggle against Burnley and thought I was being stupid, surely we'd smash this lot? I tried to convince myself that this would be the case,that we'd be three nil up after twenty minutes.......but those ghosts of failures past wouldn't be exorcised.
At two nil down I was done. Why,why, why I thought. Why are we pretty much outstanding every game and at the vital moment when we need this team, a bloody poor imitation turns up, why?? Nobody was doing anything right, even the basics. Passes were going astray, players falling over, Rodri and Kev ballooning half decent shooting chances over the bar, we were slow, fearful and hesitant. Even our tactics seemed to have gone out of the window, at times we had a thirty seven year old Fernandinho on his own against two attackers,it was insane.
Then the three subs came on and all three were absolutely magnificent and changed the game. They injected pace, control and calm and suddenly we were the team we knew once more, not the pale imitation we'd been watching for seventy five minutes and we blew Villa away. It was absolute bedlam in the stadium, utterly delicious delirium but the last few minutes were torture as we waited for the final whistle. Typical City had one last word though as having used all our subs Ederson suddenly sat down injured and didn't appear to want to get up, which only added to the anxiety.
Finally it was over and we'd won the title we'd deserved to win all season. To deny the odious scousers and shut up the immoral, hideous media into the bargain just made it all the more delicious. As I nurse a hangover today basking in the warmth of another title success I reflected that Typical City also applies to our successes as well as our failures, in both we do it in our own quirky unique way. City until I die.