I couldn't get a ticket for the day, so me and a few mates went to mary D's to watch it. I lasted until the 70th minute and just couldn't stand it any more so se left and stood outside the stadium. 5 minutes later I just had to leave and go home. I was emotionally wrecked. I was in the back of a black cab just about to get on the M602. Me and my mate were sat there and we could hear the game in the radio very quietly. As we went up through the gears entering the start of the motorway at Ordsal roundabout, the taxi driver said "oh you have just scored". I looked at my mate, we made eye contact and just shook our heads, didn't even utter a word, we didn't need to. Sat in the outside lane of the M602, I stare at the meter, it was nearing £20. We had just gone underneath the famous Eccles Glass Bridge, and the taxi driver started saying "you've scored, you've scored". My mate mumbled to turn the radio up on full volume, I thought the driver was lying, and I would have punched the **** in the face if he was. The radio went up, and then it hit us what had happened. The taxi was ordered to turn around, and back to the Etihad we went. So basically, the length of the M602 my life had changed. The start of it typical city had kicked in, by the end if it we were champions.