Nearly 24 hours later I am still buzzing. I have done the shit shows, Mrs Mist took me to Barcelona v Majorca for my birthday because I never thought City would be in europe and I've watched Jamie Pollock. Frank fuckin' Clarke apparently played the guitar in the dressing room whilst I was in St Crispins. Never did I think a City team would sit Messi, Mbappe and the other cheating bastard on their arse and tell them to fuck off home.
Bernie MOM ? But what about Walker ? Rodri quietly running everything or Cancello doing the business Sterling doing what we needed scoring the equaliser, Zinky, bought as a midfielder, trained to play left full back but last night played as a false number 9.
Lads, (not in a gay way) I love you. (Not that there is anything wrong with loving the team in a gay way :-)