I was a jibbering wreck at the final whistle, jumping about like my legs were on fire unable to speak,
We had guests round and I was trying to be civil while the game was on, for 2 hours i was a shit host :-(
i did not cry, however i have no voice, my throat is dead, my back and ribs are killing after doing the poznan and my right arm is dead after thrusting it while shouting city after the poznan.
feeling the pain now, but its all worth it.
bring on the final, im sure il be worse off after that :)
I fell to my knees straight after the final whistle in a Willem Dafoe stylee from Platoon and just screamed it all out. All the past heartaches and bullshit.
I then called my mum and told her what my dad (a lifelong rag) had told me last week.
He said that, although he could never openly root for City, he'd be secretly glad if we won. Because both his sons have gone through so much following City all their lives and that they (me and my brother) deserve to experience the win.
Except that I couldnt say the word 'deserve'. I tried three times and for the first two times I got a huge lump in my throat.
The third time of trying.....well, I just basically blubbed.
Then seeing the lads do the Poznan back to us. Ah jeesus, I'm nearly filling up again now!
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