I was tense as hell once we kicked off and my brother who supports the wrong team (although to be fair to him he is a proper fan and he never really gloats) was watching their lot on SkyGo and when I heard Rooney had scored I was just tense as hell until Zabba scored. Half time the nerves settled and then QPR equalised and I was all tense again, 2-1 to QPR and I was thinking "it's typical City all over again" and had horrible flashbacks to when I was sat in Maine Road as a kid watching us get relegated to Liverpool and thought it was going to feel as bad as that as the stick I'd get from the guys at work would be unbearable. With 20 minutes left I was pacing about, just aimlessly walking in and out of the kitchen and conservatory whilst watching us. Then I gave up on about 87 minutes and just sat in the doorway to the room and watched the clock go down, saw the almosts and the misses and then Dzeko scores! Then I'm jumping up looking at the iPad my brother has their lot on and I'm going mad saying "we won't do it, Sunderland won't score either" and their whistle goes. I sit back in the doorway and then Aguero! My Mum and Dad are going crazy shouting, my brother is sat in silent shock and dispair and he kept saying we'd end up winning all day but I didn't believe him. I ran into the conservatory, dived onto the floor, got carpet burn on my arm, had some sort of fit on the floor and then went back, sat in the doorway, hands over my face, shaking, and just broke down into tears. That's how I think it went anyway, those five minutes were just an absolute blur.
So in short, yes I did cry, although cry isn't really the word, total breakdown is more like it.