It wasn’t our best atmosphere for an FA Cup semi-final but it wasn’t our worst either.
Not too bad in block 111 but I think songs tend to travel better from the upper tier at Wembley. There was one touristy bloke - wearing City colours - on our row who had the biggest camera I think I’ve ever seen. Fuck knows how much it cost him. Anyway, he was complaining that we were too bunched up on our row. I told him “Mate, if we score you’re getting squashed”. I didn’t mean it but that’s exactly what did happen when we scored. The young pup next to me went flying into me, I sent my mate flying, who in turn went flying into touristy camera bloke and we all ended up in a heap on the floor. My right side is fucking painful today!