United (N) | FA Cup Final | Post-Match Thread

I had to fortify myself with a few strong polish lagers before the game, because I knew 'the decision' would hit us sooner or later ad it duly arrived. Overall performance 5/10, but who cares when there is another trophy on our shelves to polish from time to time and remind ourselves we are their bane.

Back four were excellent with Stones immense and Akanji unbelievably good. I disagree with MEN that Walker was only six, I could not fault him with anything.
Rodri standard and Gundoan deserves a new contract, a statue - a really big one - and the fleet of Mr. Whippy vans to start up a business after retiring. I am proud of myself always defending him when he was slogged off here years ago after a terrible injury.

Front four were average to under average and again disagree with MEN that Kev was eight, yes he assisted both goals, but he looked running on fumes. But again who cares, it was sufficient showing for that lot and we won!

What was a tiff between our and their Portugueses at the end of the first half, I could not see it clearly from my seat? I watched Jack's interview after coming back home, disagree with his views on foreign players and not getting the FA cup, Bernardo is nuts and tribal when it comes to a football club he plays for.
 
They tried every little dirty trick in the book the bent rag bastards and they still couldn't stop us. We had to battle through that today but we have a team full of absolute warriors who sweat and bleed for the badge. Feels so fucking good. One game away from all our wildest dreams coming true. Go and reach immortality boys. Our time is now.

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Fucking take that you whiskey nosed pisscan
 
To me it feels like we are not just making history, but redefining football.

Such a sweet victory, and I must admit that before today if it was a case of win one and lose one I'd have chosen next week's game. After today though I've changed my mind. Lose next week and so be it, there will be other Champions League final, of that I'm sure, but to beat the Rags in an FA Cup final was truly special.
 
Kippax Street 1880 said:
They tried every little dirty trick in the book the bent rag bastards and they still couldn't stop us. We had to battle through that today but we have a team full of absolute warriors who sweat and bleed for the badge. Feels so fucking good. One game away from all our wildest dreams coming true. Go and reach immortality boys. Our time is now.

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It was funny the way Ferguson looked at Gundo when he was shaking his hand

It was a brief look of seeing someone you know just destroyed you but also you could see him thinking what a player he is and he would've loved him in his team back in his day
 
East Level 2 said:
Must be embarrassing when the ref and VAR are your best players. Delighted about winning but the stench of corruption is overwhelming. Hope traffic is better on way back.
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I had a great run back so hopefully you did as well. And talking of corruption the VAR ref, David Coote, is an admitted united fan. It's not even remotely subtle anymore.
 
SCEtoAUX said:
To me it feels like we are not just making history, but redefining football.

Such a sweet victory, and I must admit that before today if it was a case of win one and lose one I'd have chosen next week's game. After today though I've changed my mind. Lose next week and so be it, there will be other Champions League final, of that I'm sure, but to beat the Rags in an FA Cup final was truly special.
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I still want that one next week.

If we tripped today.. I'd have called it no big deal.

Still nice to beat the rags and refs and var and pgmol and saf and beckham in 1 game.

Now gotta focus on the bigger game next week!
 
Serf162 said:
Longtime lurker here from the States. As I have previously mentioned in one of my few prior posts, I began following City in 2000 shortly after their promotion to the PL (they were, of course, relegated one year later). Beginning in the mid-90’s U.S. papers began to publish the league table once or twice a week as interest in football over here began to grow. At that time, English football still seemed exotic to me with sides named “Sheffield Wednesday” and “Wimbledon”. Even then, the established big boys – the Rags, the Scouse and the Arse (I was obviously not familiar with those well-earned derogatory references at the time) – were unknown to me. Realizing I could not jump on the bandwagon of any of those sides, I chose City over Villa, Newcastle and Everton (my poor older brother chose Everton a year or two later). In the coming years, I began to understand that the PL was effectively a “closed league” so much more so than American sports leagues are alleged to be. Being a non-English overseas City fan did not provide much pleasure.



That being said, I want to extend my congratulations to all the longtime Blues here on the forum. Every time I tell myself that it’s just sport, I think of all the regular Mancunian posters here who endured 10, 20 or even 30 years of eating Rag shit from their co-workers, neighbors, classmates and even family members. Superbia in Proelio!
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Welcome, mate.

The international Blue family is growing.
 
Only just calming down. I don't think I'll be settled until next Sunday now.

I'd been dreading this for fucking weeks and, in all honesty, my mind was on another planet as soon as I woke up this morning. I was dawdling around Manchester doing some shopping, went and got brunch, walking about chatting with my lovely fiancée, trying to keep my mind off it. But my brain was not present at all. Thoughts were AWOL. I thought about buying some new shoes and went in four different shops in the Arndale but I couldn't settle on anything because my heart was going like a fidget spinner. I was begging for it to be 3pm just so we could get it out the way.

But then the game just made it worse. Fucking hell that was torture. I will admit, I fully lost it. The last time I lost my head like this during a game it was QPR in 2012. The idea of playing United in a cup final has been my worst nightmare for fucking years, but with a treble on the line... fucking hell. When Gundogan scored I celebrated but immediately thought "Shit, we've scored too early". And when United got that penalty I could only see it going one way. Goodness knows how the boys got back in front but thank god it's their job and not mine.

My heart was in my arse and mouth simultaneously. When United decided to play a bit of crossbar pinball I absolutely lost it. Nearly fell off the sofa shouting "No! No! No!" I'm normally way more relaxed about City conceding goals. It's never a nice feeling but it normally stings internally and I say something like "Well that's been coming". But honestly, I was so rattled by everything in this game that I was begging for it to finish. That last 10 mins, when United had Garnacho on Walker and then Akanji had to fill in, aged me by five years I'm sure.

No idea how to analyse the game. Couldn't even tell you if we played well. When the final whistle went I just sat there in stunned silence, head in my hands. I was honestly developing nervous tics during the game. I couldn't keep my hands off my head, just pulling at my hair. Biting my lips as well. I don't even hate United, but the idea of them being the team to stop the treble was all too fucking real and it got too bloody close for comfort. I'll be honest, I enjoyed about 2% of the game and it was the moments when Gundogan's goals hit the net.

My worst nightmare had a happy ending, though. And now onto next week. Sick bags at the ready.
 
youngbob said:
Only just calming down. I don't think I'll be settled until next Sunday now.

I'd been dreading this for fucking weeks and, in all honesty, my mind was on another planet as soon as I woke up this morning. I was dawdling around Manchester doing some shopping, went and got brunch, walking about chatting with my lovely fiancée, trying to keep my mind off it. But my brain was not present at all. Thoughts were AWOL. I thought about buying some new shoes and went in four different shops in the Arndale but I couldn't settle on anything because my heart was going like a fidget spinner. I was begging for it to be 3pm just so we could get it out the way.

But then the game just made it worse. Fucking hell that was torture. I will admit, I fully lost it. The last time I lost my head like this during a game it was QPR in 2012. The idea of playing United in a cup final has been my worst nightmare for fucking years, but with a treble on the line... fucking hell. When Gundogan scored I celebrated but immediately thought "Shit, we've scored too early". And when United got that penalty I could only see it going one way. Goodness knows how the boys got back in front but thank god it's their job and not mine.

My heart was in my arse and mouth simultaneously. When United decided to play a bit of crossbar pinball I absolutely lost it. Nearly fell off the sofa shouting "No! No! No!" I'm normally way more relaxed about City conceding goals. It's never a nice feeling but it normally stings internally and I say something like "Well that's been coming". But honestly, I was so rattled by everything in this game that I was begging for it to finish. That last 10 mins, when United had Garnacho on Walker and then Akanji had to fill in, aged me by five years I'm sure.

No idea how to analyse the game. Couldn't even tell you if we played well. When the final whistle went I just sat there in stunned silence, head in my hands. I was honestly developing nervous tics during the game. I couldn't keep my hands off my head, just pulling at my hair. Biting my lips as well. I don't even hate United, but the idea of them being the team to stop the treble was all too fucking real and it got too bloody close for comfort. I'll be honest, I enjoyed about 2% of the game and it was the moments when Gundogan's goals hit the net.

My worst nightmare had a happy ending, though. And now onto next week. Sick bags at the ready.
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Maybe you should watch cricket instead mate :)
 
Rag supporters were shite today. Small time. Our coach went past the Torch on the way in today and they were all sat quietly until they saw us, queue the v signs and lame attempts lobbing plastic glasses at us. Compare that with the semifinal when we were there, everyone singing City songs and the place bouncing.

They’re done for. Broken.

Not only is Manchester blue, Wembley is too.
 
youngbob said:
Only just calming down. I don't think I'll be settled until next Sunday now.

I'd been dreading this for fucking weeks and, in all honesty, my mind was on another planet as soon as I woke up this morning. I was dawdling around Manchester doing some shopping, went and got brunch, walking about chatting with my lovely fiancée, trying to keep my mind off it. But my brain was not present at all. Thoughts were AWOL. I thought about buying some new shoes and went in four different shops in the Arndale but I couldn't settle on anything because my heart was going like a fidget spinner. I was begging for it to be 3pm just so we could get it out the way.

But then the game just made it worse. Fucking hell that was torture. I will admit, I fully lost it. The last time I lost my head like this during a game it was QPR in 2012. The idea of playing United in a cup final has been my worst nightmare for fucking years, but with a treble on the line... fucking hell. When Gundogan scored I celebrated but immediately thought "Shit, we've scored too early". And when United got that penalty I could only see it going one way. Goodness knows how the boys got back in front but thank god it's their job and not mine.

My heart was in my arse and mouth simultaneously. When United decided to play a bit of crossbar pinball I absolutely lost it. Nearly fell off the sofa shouting "No! No! No!" I'm normally way more relaxed about City conceding goals. It's never a nice feeling but it normally stings internally and I say something like "Well that's been coming". But honestly, I was so rattled by everything in this game that I was begging for it to finish. That last 10 mins, when United had Garnacho on Walker and then Akanji had to fill in, aged me by five years I'm sure.

No idea how to analyse the game. Couldn't even tell you if we played well. When the final whistle went I just sat there in stunned silence, head in my hands. I was honestly developing nervous tics during the game. I couldn't keep my hands off my head, just pulling at my hair. Biting my lips as well. I don't even hate United, but the idea of them being the team to stop the treble was all too fucking real and it got too bloody close for comfort. I'll be honest, I enjoyed about 2% of the game and it was the moments when Gundogan's goals hit the net.

My worst nightmare had a happy ending, though. And now onto next week. Sick bags at the ready.
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That little blonde bucktoothed fucker was giving me kittens every time he got the ball. Thank God their manager is a fucking moron and left him on the bench for an hour.
 
We dominated today didn’t we? They couldn’t take the piss on and off the pitch. We had more fans down from Manchester by far. Were not intimated by their scum element and we are no longer noisy neighbours. We have built a castle in their garden and they know it.
 
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