Crying? I am now officially a blubbing, whimpering wreck. Everytime I hear or see anything related to us winning the cup such as a YouTube clip, at the parade yesterday, at the semi and the final, each and every time I think about the fact that for practically all my born days we've been fucking shite and now we're not, whenever I see a picture of Yaya, when I look at my 5 year old son singing to Nigel De Jong and realising that thankfully he'll never know the hurt that I've known, when I see those bastards from Stretford realising that all that shit they've spouted for so so long no more rings true.
I'm just not emotionally equipped to deal with us being, for want of a better word deeeeeceeenttt.....