Watch it … Drink it in …

paulchapo said:
I was at the opposite end of the pitch in the south stand. From there all I could see was a City player jinking about in the area. The crowd seemed to hold its breath, everyone knew this was the chance, the last chance to win the game and title. Although it was happening so quickly it was like time was standing still.....then BANG the ball was in the net and bedlam ensued. The noise when the ball went in was like an explosion, it just erupted. In that moment it was like the whole stadium turned from grey, miserable black and white to glorious technicolour. A weird, beautiful experience.
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That made my nip...I mean I got goose bumps reading that.
 
Loved looking at the clips from Sunderland, Phil Jones walking to the crowd thinking they were applauding the champions only to be greeted by wankers gestures and fingers pointing to the scoreboard. Fergusons trudge back to the team coach with his downcast players while the Mackems serenaded them with Bluemoon. The chap in the dark jumper on his radio, breaking the heart of the blonde lass in the red jumper as he tells her our score.
40 years of hurt gone in an instant. Waking up the next day knowing it wasn't a dream. Going to Spoons armed with every daily paper and letting a leisurely breakfast merge into a long afternoon session. Then home to watch the parade. My mates mainly Blackpool fans delighted for me and knowing this feeling would last till August best Monday ever.
 
Spurs quarter 69 said:
Loved looking at the clips from Sunderland, Phil Jones walking to the crowd thinking they were applauding the champions only to be greeted by wankers gestures and fingers pointing to the scoreboard. Fergusons trudge back to the team coach with his downcast players while the Mackems serenaded them with Bluemoon. The chap in the dark jumper on his radio, breaking the heart of the blonde lass in the red jumper as he tells her our score.
40 years of hurt gone in an instant. Waking up the next day knowing it wasn't a dream. Going to Spoons armed with every daily paper and letting a leisurely breakfast merge into a long afternoon session. Then home to watch the parade. My mates mainly Blackpool fans delighted for me and knowing this feeling would last till August best Monday ever.
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When that blond woman who was clapping suddenly realised what was happening and stopped was funny as fuck. Her face was a picture.

Also that scruffy smug **** next to her soon had that grin wiped from his mush.

Priceless.
 
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