Fair play to Celtic, they were well up for it, as were their fans. Great spectacle as a game, but our defending was abysmal at times. Sterling was magnificent though.
There have been a few posts relating to the atmosphere generated. A few guys saying it's not always like that.
No shit Sherlock's.
The atmosphere was a sign of respect to you. The excitement generated was a response to how much we knew City are a brilliant team. By going toe to toe with you made us happy because we hold you in such high regard.
We are hardly likely to be going fanatical against Kidderminster All Stars, but City are one of the best teams in the world, we know and respect that and creating that atmosphere is a direct reflection of that respect and what playing well against you meant to us.
It means so much playing well against a great team, score a few goals and the whole place goes collectively insane. We are a better team that people give us credit for. It's hard to gain that playing in Scotland, even when we are good because how it's perceived.
Before Wednesday you had parted the balls of everyone you came up against. Some of your football had me consider emigrating to Chad.
No one had laid a glove on you. For us to put you on your arse three times, then hang in there like demented but tired madmen, was for us a great achievement because you are top drawer.
A lot has been said about your money and stuff and as far as I can see it's just jealousy. For me, if any club deserved a hand up it was city. I am of a vintage that remembers when times were different for you, but you turned out in numbers home and away through all the shit and I always respected you for that.
My uncle Joe, who sadly passed away before the new investment, was a Manc and a City diehard. He would have loved it. When Aguero scored that goal, I celebrated it for him and smiled inwardly at the scene that would have happened in his living room if he had witnessed it. To say the place would have resembled a demolished building site as he would have gone absolutely Tonto is an understatement.
I thought the game on Wednesday was brilliant. I had prepared for it with a bowl of Valium washed down with malt whisky and was still shiting myself at the very real potential to be forensically dismembered. It was a great game. I remember shouting out, "This is fucking man city we're talking about here".
My partner looked at me as if she just realised she was sharing a room with a deranged nutjob. Making her excuses, she retired to the bedroom to read.
So, well done there.
Undeterred obviously, I carried on in the same vein talking to myself, actually asking myself questions out loud. How was that a foul? Etc etc. I hope I'm not the only one afflicted with this, your the only one in the room but you're having conversations with yourself like a twat. All very loudly I may add.
I thought all of the goals came from mistakes, or a bit of luck of one sort or the other. But that didn't matter. It was end to end for most of the game with you pushing hard for the winner and time actually did stand still.
Work that one out Hawkings.
I was also delighted to read that your support loved the game and the city and were met with friendship and banter. The way it should be.
You now face Barca in a two game battle for top spot. As we all know, it doesn't matter how good you are. How great your defenders are, if those three little fuckers are in the mood, having a row of tanks, machine guns, a couple of Apache strike helicopters and a moat full of sharks won't stop them. You will need to score a few.
But you can.
For us, realistically, it is a two game rumble with the Germans for the Europa League place. Which is a hard task, to put it mildly, but we go in with confidence, which may not be enough, but it's a start.
Depending upon how the results go, our last game against each other could be decisive for both of us and I would rather we had edged out the Germans before that, as I would have more confidence walking unscathed through a lion enclosure with prime steaks stapled to my jumper, around tea time, than getting a result at your gaff.
I wish you well, apart from the game against us obviously. To be honest I wouldn't think you needed it mind.