Same here..
I still remember those words:
It couldn't be six could it, It could you know..
A SEISMIC DAY IN ENGLISH FOOTBALL!
No other way to describe it!
Regime change, power shift, call it what you like..
Totally unexpected, Truly SPECTACULAR!
And humiliating for Manchester United.
It's a simply stunning scoreline.
United not just beaten.. humbled and HUMILIATED!
<City fans chanting EASY EASY EASY EASY EASY>
And they knew as well Tim, Scholes knew he was bossed and Mario's wink to camel gob and his reaction showed that they all understand we had reached that tipping point.When I say to Rags the Yaya semi final they know exactly what I mean. The tables turned that day. From the Poznan to the result to outsinging them from start to finish.More than the table turning football wise. Many of our lives changes for the better that day too.
We’ve destroyed the rags many times since but the Yaya semi final always evokes good memories. I recall going into the Greyhounder nervous and coming out 6 ciders later convinced we would win the game. Before long Mancini would tear that banner down and the rest was history.
Hell of a player and one of my all time favs Loved YayaMe and my wife got corporate tickets from EON for the match. While we’re queuing up to get in we were offered £1500 each for our tickets. So glad we said no!
Once inside we had no idea where we would be seated as we climbed the stairs right on the halfway line. With a few steps left I could see if we turned left it was United and if we turned right it was City. We turned right and kept going until we were at the corner flag. We were sat with neutrals mainly but bumped into 3 blues we used to work with and made a nuisance of ourselves.
When Scholes got sent off I just thought they are going to beat us with ten men. They had nothing to lose and played better. It was the longest 20 minutes of my life and I could barely watch. Disbelief and a few tears at the final whistle.
The whole day was brilliant from the weather to the Green Man to the roundabout and the match itself. We often say our Wedding day was our second favourite day ever.
Typical City ended that day for me and has never returned. Blues still often say typical City but it’s in the context of maybe not winning an FA Cup Final…that’s not the typical City I knew that went out to Halifax.
I knew we would win the final and I knew we would never fear United again. I didn’t think we would rule the World too but I’ve loved every minute of it.
Yaya had his cake faults but we would not have broken the curse that day without him. I since learned that he gave a speech at half time where he said we were playing like we were waiting to lose. He found it incredible as, having been a Barca player, he knew what an exceptional team looked like and United weren’t it. He told the team to relax, enjoy the moment and when they got a chance to give him the ball and he would show them they were just playing an ordinary team. 7 minutes later….
Great point that of being the underdogThis will always be the best football memory for me. Growing up started going late 80s with my dad, season ticket 1989 after coming up, went every home game through the 90s and into my mid 20s. always with my old man, watching United go from being a popular team to being the all dominating club in the UK in terms of titles, players, media at a time when football went from back page problem to it being the only sport. Even in london could not escape Sir David, Taggart the lot of them. ITV champions league every week they were on, Fergie time, squeaky bum, that goal in Barcelona, blah blah blah. And we were fucking shite throughout the entire time
On the way down we were just happy to be finally after 25 years of my match going life to be there for a proper game even if it was against them. Always the talk was get to wembley get to wembley and we’d barely got anywhere near it.
Saw a coach of reds smirking and giddy in the services on the M1, deep down we just knew they were going to fucking get it done and win again werent they? The 4-3 and Scholes headed 0-1 at our place were recent memories. whenever it mattered they would always get the win. Rooney’s overhead kick was on non stop replay as it was only a few months before as well.
The game? Cant remember it really other than United being on top and having a golden chance minutes in and somehow Berbatov skying it.
and then….something changed. we started passing it. just before half time Kompany had a shot and it whistled past the post.
Yaya scores, i vaguely recall celebrating. But it wasn't the usual feeling, the pressure to not fuck it up just multiplied only releasing when Scholes confirmed he was past it and could no longer get away with a dirty hack.
off he trudged a red card!! the spell was broken, their control of refs done. Taggart spouting horseshit bollocks and their toys out the pram.
4 months later the whole edifice came down 6-1. their empire was over and has never recovered
if im honest the reason this is the best memory is that even if we were the best team in the country at that point it had only just happened. subsquent games like Qpr, villa, inter, they were expected. we were the best and had the best manager
back then we had a crackpot italian manager and united were about to be champions again. that was probably the last time we would have that feeling of underdog
Vastly underrated by a lot of fansHell of a player and one of my all time favs Loved Yaya
The 3-0 away win that season - men against boys. YaYa bullied them. Best performance I’ve seen at their place.Anyone else feel like the 4-1 in 2013/14 felt more like the tables have truly turnt. Since this game we have been favourites for every derby since. Given the amount of trashings we've given united since then it's easy to go under under the radar but in the moment it was a huge.
Brilliant post mate, what a day/night that was.Me and my wife got corporate tickets from EON for the match. While we’re queuing up to get in we were offered £1500 each for our tickets. So glad we said no!
Once inside we had no idea where we would be seated as we climbed the stairs right on the halfway line. With a few steps left I could see if we turned left it was United and if we turned right it was City. We turned right and kept going until we were at the corner flag. We were sat with neutrals mainly but bumped into 3 blues we used to work with and made a nuisance of ourselves.
When Scholes got sent off I just thought they are going to beat us with ten men. They had nothing to lose and played better. It was the longest 20 minutes of my life and I could barely watch. Disbelief and a few tears at the final whistle.
The whole day was brilliant from the weather to the Green Man to the roundabout and the match itself. We often say our Wedding day was our second favourite day ever.
Typical City ended that day for me and has never returned. Blues still often say typical City but it’s in the context of maybe not winning an FA Cup Final…that’s not the typical City I knew that went out to Halifax.
I knew we would win the final and I knew we would never fear United again. I didn’t think we would rule the World too but I’ve loved every minute of it.
Yaya had his cake faults but we would not have broken the curse that day without him. I since learned that he gave a speech at half time where he said we were playing like we were waiting to lose. He found it incredible as, having been a Barca player, he knew what an exceptional team looked like and United weren’t it. He told the team to relax, enjoy the moment and when they got a chance to give him the ball and he would show them they were just playing an ordinary team. 7 minutes later….
Mancini got us round corner and off the treadmill to see what we suspected - the grass was greener but the sky was still blue. 'Twas Pep that got us into the promised land.As much as we love Pep, Mancini will always be the man, came in and said i will rip that shitty banner down and did it in spectacular fashion
Oooh, they didn't like that! That cheeky Mario got well 'n truly on the Raggy tits. The cherry on the cake for me was the Ginger Pig getting a so-called 'early bath', but I gather he spent the last quarter of the game kicking the shit out of the Rags' changing room.The Balotelli wink enraging Ferdinand immediately after the match was the cherry on the cake, suggesting that the rags knew that we were on our way to being unstoppable.
It was. Miles better than the sick swan.The 3-0 away win that season - men against boys. YaYa bullied them. Best performance I’ve seen at their place.