Im in my 40s, I'm not particularly vocal, but that doesn't mean I'm an less passionate about city or that it means less to me than it did years ago. I felt the crowd was pretty flat last night, you get that sometimes as the favourites and expecting something to happen. The etihad is hardly a cauldron of noise.
I'd gree last there were a hell of a lot of senior fans last night. And I thought that was brilliant. It may have been their only chance to see us attempt to win the Champions League. I saw one guy in a wheelchair and oxygen with helper at the airport in City colours, must have been late 70s and it choked me up to be honest.
I'm actually firmly in the dog house today after biting to the welcome home message at 6am after crawling into bed of "well that was a waste of time wasn't it, all that way to lose".
She has absolutely no interest in football whatsoever. Doesn't understand. I explained in the easiest way that I could that City was basically another family I had, that no matter what, will always be there.
I enjoy the fact we all come from different walks of life, some rich some poor who would have sold have their granny to be there yesterday. But to a man we would help each other out if we can purely because you are a blue. Had some great conversations with total strangers yesterday, Chelsea fans included. It goes far wider than 22 guys kicking a ball around a pitch.
Sometimes the football gets in the way of a great trip. Yesterday was one of those days. Disappointing, but we are still the best team in this country, by a distance.
Roll on August. Let's give it another go.