I am a Manc exiled in Belfast, so it was a £400 online tout ticket for me. Certainly worth every penny. A couple of pints outside the ground before the match feeling unusually confident. All of course had changed by around 85 minutes when I had given up all hope. The goals, celebrations and trophy lift were all a bit of a daze. I dandered in to town to watch the hordes celebrate and then jumped a taxi to meet up with two cousins in The Friendship in Fallowfield. One of them was already banjoed. You may remember the City fan who appeared on Sky Sports News the Monday before the QPR match with a City PL Champions t-shirt on, telling the world it was all over? Well, that was my cousin. Was he one relieved man by close of play on that final day. Pretty chaotic in the Friendship as I remember. But I had enough about me to realise that rather than stand for 30 minutes at the thronged bar, getting a round in was far easier if I crossed the road to the much quieter Spoons pub and simply came back over the road, dodging black taxis, with three pints in hands and bottles of beer in various back pockets.