I had just moved to Barnsley at the time, and I warned my lad that the pub would be full of rags and not to rub it in too much if we won. We were the only blues in the pub and they had two screens, one with the rags/sunderland game and another in the main bar with City/Qpr.
When the final whistle went at Sunderland a huge fucking cheer went up from the back of the pub with all the local rags jumping up and down. Then you know what happened. I cheered, but I still didn't really let go until the final whistle, years of seeing us fuck up had seen to that. When it did blow and I saw Joe Hart launch that ball, it was fucking indescribable. We were the only blues in the pub and every single person who wasn't a rag came up to us and shook our hands. Barnsley fans, both sheff clubs, Leeds, Liverpool fans(more than a few) even gooners. I didn't take my own advice and was bouncing up and down in a rapidly emptying back room as all the local rags scuttled off home. I will admit that the local rag I had been talking to throughout the game was magnanimous in defeat. What a fucking day.