Grown Men Crying....

i had very watery eyes during the rendition of bluemoon after the game. a very very proud moment in my life.
 
The lip was quivering towards the end, a few behind me had tears steaming down their faces... But I held it together!

Until they played blue moon over the sound system, then that was it, crying like a woman!!! Just an amazing game, the kind of thing you dream about
 
<a class="postlink" href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2Fbt1fVfi-g" onclick="window.open(this.href);return false;">http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2Fbt1fVfi-g</a>

This sounds like me at the final whistle
 
Those of you who know me, will know my younger brother and best friend died not so long ago; I miss him so much when I go to the game now, but I swear I still hear him shouting.

So I took his funeral service card with me to Wembley and held it aloft with his beaming smiley face gazing out over the Stadium at the final whistle. I'm not ashamed to saw I was weeping and sobbing for a few seconds.... so were the other 7 mates of mine (and our kids).

So emotional! He is coming to the Final with me as well now.
 
levets said:
Those of you who know me, will know my younger brother and best friend died not so long ago; I miss him so much when I go to the game now, but I swear I still hear him shouting.

So I took his funeral service card with me to Wembley and held it aloft with his beaming smiley face gazing out over the Stadium at the final whistle. I'm not ashamed to saw I was weeping and sobbing for a few seconds.... so were the other 7 mates of mine (and our kids).

So emotional! He is coming to the Final with me as well now.
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Good for you and your kid brother. He will be watching i am sure.
Here's my story. I took my son who is 19. on his right in 136 row 34 a young woman and her family, on my left a young lad maybe 4 or 5 and his dad. After the goal the little lads dad (you know who you are mate) was struggling with his contact lens. It had come out, but by good fortune he managed to hold onto it and pop it back in. At this point i noticed he was full of tears, not just the eye he struggled with the contact lens, but both eyes were streaming. I asked if he was ok, and he replied " I lost my mother yesterday, she passed away, but will be watching over us" or words very similar to that. Normally at the end of a football match i jump for joy if we win, especially in games of such importance, 99 , 81 semi, 76 cup win etc. I recall hugging my son briefly and looking up to the heavens, my legs weighed a ton i could'nt move them, and i just felt myself filling up and bursting into tears. I recall the guy who lost his mum saying, your crying as well, and the young lady next to my son put an arm round me and asked if i was ok. It felt very very special that day. I felt we won more that a semi final, and so many people came together as blue brothers and sisters, with honest love for a football club called Manchester City FC. I'll never forget that til my last breath. I'm proud to be City, and i'm proud of all our wonderful supporters.
 
I wept like a woman and I'm not ashamed of it.

My childhood City memories usually revolve around me being laughed at for bothering to support a shit team and my tears were usually reserved for relegations or the routine battering's we endured.

Thank fuck the tears are now happy ones.

City are better than sex, they're even better than drugs. It's fine to cry.
 
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