All you rags on here, all you plastic softarses who never go, all you woodworms who only see the light of day when you win, after years and years of mocking us by saying it means fuck all beating us, after years of laughing at us as we tried and failed to get a result against you.. Today, today my gobby friends, today it meant somert to you, this was your cup final, this meant something to you, you felt it, you wanted it.. This wasn't this is how it feels to be city, this was the day that your feelings for us changed forever... Your obsession for us was tangible, you wasn't mocking us, it wasn't ickle old citeh anymore... It felt like a victory knowing that we're under your skin forever, we're that tattoo on your arm that you can hide but you know that it's always there...
Today you won the battle.
We will win the war.