I was in the stretford end on a corporate invite and it was one of the best afternoons of my life, especially as one of the other guests was a rag I've known and hated for a good few years now. Watching his disappointment up close was almost as beautiful a thing as watching the goals going in. I was too concerned for my own safety to celebrate the first three goals but as the crowds around me thinned out I grew braver.
By the final whistle, there were so few people around that I stood and applauded City off quite openly.
Should also add that the Poznan looked amazing from where I was.