This game could be as big for City as Euro 96 was for football in this country.Even people with very little interest in us and the game have been won over.The fans of other clubs have remembered why we were often classed as their second favourite club.
Those 95 minutes was like our whole history in one game.The team with the best home record plays the team with the worst away record.Win and we win the league.Simple eh?Only it wasn't.
The ghosts of City's past came howling and blowing in the strong wind,clutching at our hearts and emotions.You could almost hear them taunting us,''You thought you had left us behind eh?Not a chance!''
Suddenly we were the City of old.Blowing it when it mattered the most,even down to comic book defending.''Typical City!'' You could hear almost hear everyone shouting.
Despair,pain beyond belief,compounded all the more because our implosion would give the title to THEM of all people.The whole world watched our pain,our helpless agony.It was like being forced to watch someone you love being tortured and not able to lift a finger to help them.Excrutiating.Cameras panned to the grief etched faces,the tears,the rage.There was no hope,we were finished.
Suddenly we stirred.We scored and the ghosts wailed.The collective will of the crowd and i believe the watching world then rose as one to send them shrieking back firmly into the past,hopefully for ever,with one massive boot from Augero's right foot.We had done it!
As someone wrote in the tabloids if you had presented that script to a Hollywood producer he would have rejected it as too far fetched.Only this was real life and fairytales this time DID come true!
