blue b4 the moon
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tolmie's hairdoo said:StrangewaysHereWeCome said:LOLD.tolmie's hairdoo said:We'd win the World Cup!
One reason I am indifferent to the national team is the despair at failure in '86 and '90. That's not me being a mard arse gloryhunter, I just only had enough room for so much disappointment in my heart and City filled that allocation snugly. For decades.
Sometimes I have entertained the thought that I wish the sheikh had come in during the 1990's and we had been spared all that shit from that decade but objectively, the success now would all be that little less sweeter. Although I wonder if it's a bit silly of me to be a near middle aged man to break down in tears of joy at winning the F.A cup that day. Utterly losing control of my composure when Sergio slotted that goal in against Q.P.R and, again, weeping, smiling experiencing what was actual elation at real success following City. Everything else simply came nowhere near. Yes it was good to come back against Gillingham in '99 infact the two games were very similar in the spectrums of feeling felt throughout the game.
I'll take the end result of 2012 over 1999 any day of the week and like Vinny said, not like that ever again. My ticker might not handle it and I want to see us stamp our way to the summit this year to reflect the quality of just what the team has done this season (We've averaged 4 goals a game at home this season)
Long may it continue.
I turn 40 later this year and there were people on the row behind me who thought it both weird and hilarious that I was crying like a baby when we won the FA Cup, they just didn't seem to get it.
Perhaps it is a generational thing, but the FA Cup win validated every year my dad took my from the age of three, and to have him sat next to me, he knew deep down the amount of false dawns City had inflicted upon me.
I really want to experience the title again because it sort of washed over me on the day, I failed to live in the moment, despite going bat-shit crazy, it just sort of happened.
Fully agree Tolm.
I was 48 and crying at Wembley my son came down from the back of the stand and we hugged. A beautiful moment for the pain we'd both suffered and for my dad RIP who didn't quite manage to see us past the early roots of recovery.
Fuck me I'm in work and filling up again.