OB1
Well-Known Member
It's been emotional. I'm back home now after what feels like months of rising tension and hassle as we jumped the hurdles one by one: the semis, the location, the flights, the hotels, the tickets, the tests, he paperwork, the cash...there was so much skin in the game, and such excitement out there in porto: for us old school blues this felt like it was going to be the end of our journey.
Karma bit us. This team has been delivering on the big occasions consistently. We haven't had a "big"'loss like this for a long time. I've been searching my memory for another game that hurt in the same way and all I can come up with is the Spurs final of 1981. I was only 11 but the feeling of expecting joy and being left with despair never left me, and I think most blues of my generation have never forgotten how that felt.
This was the modern day equivalent. A gutting defeat.
But this time is going to be different. I have total confidence that this team with this manager will lift this trophy in glorious fashion next year (1955 anyone?),
Or the year after, or very soon. It's coming.
This is just part of Manchester City's wonderful history. My faith is intact.
I remember our supporters definitely singing in 1981, we'll be back again next year; we weren't and, well we all know how long it took.
I am not going to jinx things and say we'll be back next year but we can be genuinely optimistic about another UCL final before too long now that we have at least got the monkey of getting there off our back.
Sadly, we have lost the first final of every cup competition I've been to but won the next (well, we never did another Full Members) so I am hopeful history will repeat real soon.
I found the Wigan defeat more gutting than yesterday but I'm definitely tired and emotional and sad about the fall flat finale to the season. However, that Wigan game was just miserable all round, whereas I enjoyed so much about yesterday. The club day trip was excellent (although having to get up the MCR to fly meant my trip from home was Friday to Sunday), I've never done one before. I was on Flight 9 with the City supporting Captain piloting the plane to give the whole thing some added frisson. We didn't go into the fan park but went off and spent much of time eating and drinking (coffee) at a cafe, chatting amicably with Chelsea fans. So much of the day was a good experience and chapeau to HH for coughing up for the travel.
Let's hope even more of us can be in St Pete's and celebrating next year.