I'm telling you the truth. I was there in our 60s glory days - 70s we had a brilliant team but not much trophy glory, and then the 80s/90s dark days. I never thought we'd have a team like we do now. We were brilliant first leg (just a few seconds of madness) and pretty good last night for 88 minutes. I feel that last night was a combination of us being unlucky, and a biased ref - e.g the Casemiro shirt pull on Phil amongst other factors. Casemiro should have been off. The ref let things go early on, but when players were tiring he got the yellows out. Cheated - and there is a history of it - Llorente for example.
Ok, I sort of see where you're coming from. Two different ways of feeling bad.
For myself, in the years when we were relegated, that lot from over in Salford were steamrollering everybody in the league, and pissing themselves laughing at us. They couldn't even be bothered to hate us. That's the worst of it.
I was never, ever, as down as when we relegated. And funnily enough, my reasoning is analogous to yours. You're saying that we didn't get the result we deserved last night, and that's what's unbearable. For what it's worth, I agree, although as Clint Eastwood says in that wonderful film
Unforgiven, “Deserve has nothing to do it”.
By the same token, and on a different scale, for me, we were too big a club, with too fanatic a fanbase, to be in the second, still less the third divisions. In the nineties I remember going into a shop in London to get a City scarf, and the guy behind the counter (very unprofessionally, he must have been new at the job) sniggered, and said, “Nobody much wants those, mate”. I got annoyed and said, “Well
I do!”
Last night was a
very bad blip, but a blip nonetheless, in the big scheme of things.
Wait until we win the league, and sign Haaland. You'll feel better. Trust me.