baildon blue
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I agree . City haven't always given me days like that . But yes your spot .XxRachXx said:
Funny before the game started I was nearly crying . But I knew there was lot riding on this game .
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Funny before the game started I was nearly crying . But I knew there was lot riding on this game .
XxRachXx
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baildon blue said:I agree . City haven't always given me days like that . But yes your spot .XxRachXx said:I was :) :) one of the best days in my life
Funny before the game started I was nearly crying . But I knew there was lot riding on this game .
The amount of different emotions i felt that day unforgettable
Len Rum
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What a day that was.
From despair to ultimate elation.
I still (sadly) watch the replay of Sergio's goal from time to time.
Mike Ingram's radio commentary still sends shivers down my spine:
"QPR are safe
Manchester United have won at Sunderland
The season comes down to these moments
In goes Aguero
Orrrrrrrrrrrrrrrgh"
That last line is a purely guttural sound and makes the hair on the back of your neck stand up. It's on YouTube (last twenty minutes) just after 18 mins.
Right I'll calm down again now.
From despair to ultimate elation.
I still (sadly) watch the replay of Sergio's goal from time to time.
Mike Ingram's radio commentary still sends shivers down my spine:
"QPR are safe
Manchester United have won at Sunderland
The season comes down to these moments
In goes Aguero
Orrrrrrrrrrrrrrrgh"
That last line is a purely guttural sound and makes the hair on the back of your neck stand up. It's on YouTube (last twenty minutes) just after 18 mins.
Right I'll calm down again now.
Bluesince1979
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Quite literally the happiest I have ever felt in my life. I've got kids and although the day that were born was incredibly special I knew they were coming, but I never expected the day we won the league to end like that.
I walked out on about the 85th minute, broken hearted that they'd done it again to me, was all set to fuck off home when I decided to just have a few minutes on the concourse to clear my head and went back to my seat. I sat there thinking of all the red twats I knew and the stick I was going to get.
As someone has already said, when dzeko scored I remained seated and turned to my Dad and just said, "it's too late".
The whole build up to 'that' goal is gone from my memory banks, including the goal itself. It was only on the train on the way home when I watched it on my phone that I actually 'saw' the goal.
The only thing I recall was the ball hitting the net and errupting out my seat, me, my dad and uncle gripped in an embrace and me shouting "we've won the league" whilst crying my heart out!
I'm 40 and reckon out of all ages my age group has had it worse. Just missing out on the glory days then living through utter turd for the rest of my life, up until that point. I sat afterwards and remember thinking that this was what it was all about. I once asked my Dad why he made me be a city fan. He pulled me aside that day and reminded me of that and told me today was the answer. Filling up writing this!
That moment will never ever be Matched in my personal or sporting life. Aguerooooooooooo
I walked out on about the 85th minute, broken hearted that they'd done it again to me, was all set to fuck off home when I decided to just have a few minutes on the concourse to clear my head and went back to my seat. I sat there thinking of all the red twats I knew and the stick I was going to get.
As someone has already said, when dzeko scored I remained seated and turned to my Dad and just said, "it's too late".
The whole build up to 'that' goal is gone from my memory banks, including the goal itself. It was only on the train on the way home when I watched it on my phone that I actually 'saw' the goal.
The only thing I recall was the ball hitting the net and errupting out my seat, me, my dad and uncle gripped in an embrace and me shouting "we've won the league" whilst crying my heart out!
I'm 40 and reckon out of all ages my age group has had it worse. Just missing out on the glory days then living through utter turd for the rest of my life, up until that point. I sat afterwards and remember thinking that this was what it was all about. I once asked my Dad why he made me be a city fan. He pulled me aside that day and reminded me of that and told me today was the answer. Filling up writing this!
That moment will never ever be Matched in my personal or sporting life. Aguerooooooooooo
bluevengence
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Pub in Weymouth...(silly cows fault)...two screens showing both games,me and a scouser watching City game with sound off and about 30 plastic rag cunts watching on the other screen with the sound on,as the afternoon progressed I am getting more and more pissed with me head slumped the closer it got to the final whistle and the plastics making snide comments...then I don`t know what made me look up,but I did just as Sergio is wheeling away....cue mass red **** evacuation followed by a barrage of expletives from me whilst dancing around like a demented whirling dervish...not one of them uttered a word even tho I used the M word at them a few times.
Can just about remember me and another blue I bumped into later that night sing bluemoon at a karaoke.....the rest is a blur.
Made sure I was there this year against the Hammers tho.
Can just about remember me and another blue I bumped into later that night sing bluemoon at a karaoke.....the rest is a blur.
Made sure I was there this year against the Hammers tho.
Notinmylifetime
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My recollections are patchy and a little surreal. Having been a season ticket holder since I was 5 in 1967, its fair to say I've experienced more than my fair share of heartache along the way. The day of the game I genuinely thought that the best home record would prevail against the worst away record, especially with the ultimate prize at stake. It never really entered my head that the rags could pip us. I was sat with my two teenage sons, both obviously season ticket holders. We watched in increasing horror and despair as yet again it seemed that City would contrive to make the most monumental cock up imaginable.
We'd all had a difficult 10 years personally to contend with prior to this game. We took comfort in watching City together as a family unit of three. Eight years earlier, my wife, my two sons Mum, had died of cancer. Three weeks before she died, she had gone to the City Store and bought our 6 and 8 year old sons presents of City shirts, pens, cards and stuff. She knew how much we all loved City. A year after she died, my youngest son had battled leukaemia, blood cancer for want of a better description, for over three long years. We had all had enough bad times to last a lifetime. This game was a chance for a long overdue good time. This is not a sob story, but just telling you as it was for us that day.
At 90 minutes I turned to my two sons. The eldest in shock, clearly upset as he repeatedly smacked his hand against the blue plastic seat in front as a desperate attempt to divert the mental pain he was watching into a physical pain. My youngest had tears in his eyes, bottom lip quivering. I thought that they really didn't deserve this. Dzeko scored and all three of us remained motionless. We knew it was too little too late. It only seemed to make things worse. As the final whistle approached, Sergio had the ball in the area, he seemed to appear from nowhere. He hit it and I swear we could hear it ripple against the net. We all hugged. We all went mental. The game finished. We'd won the league. I thought we all deserved it.
We'd all had a difficult 10 years personally to contend with prior to this game. We took comfort in watching City together as a family unit of three. Eight years earlier, my wife, my two sons Mum, had died of cancer. Three weeks before she died, she had gone to the City Store and bought our 6 and 8 year old sons presents of City shirts, pens, cards and stuff. She knew how much we all loved City. A year after she died, my youngest son had battled leukaemia, blood cancer for want of a better description, for over three long years. We had all had enough bad times to last a lifetime. This game was a chance for a long overdue good time. This is not a sob story, but just telling you as it was for us that day.
At 90 minutes I turned to my two sons. The eldest in shock, clearly upset as he repeatedly smacked his hand against the blue plastic seat in front as a desperate attempt to divert the mental pain he was watching into a physical pain. My youngest had tears in his eyes, bottom lip quivering. I thought that they really didn't deserve this. Dzeko scored and all three of us remained motionless. We knew it was too little too late. It only seemed to make things worse. As the final whistle approached, Sergio had the ball in the area, he seemed to appear from nowhere. He hit it and I swear we could hear it ripple against the net. We all hugged. We all went mental. The game finished. We'd won the league. I thought we all deserved it.
urmston
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I went from the depths of football despair and the grim knowledge that I'd have to live with the memory of City's fiasco until the day I died to complete and utter joy.
When Sergio scored at my end of the stadium it was an unlikely happy ending to the worst horror story ever.
When Sergio scored at my end of the stadium it was an unlikely happy ending to the worst horror story ever.
Brought a tear to my eye mate, even though not a sob story. Good luck in the future!!Notinmylifetime said:My recollections are patchy and a little surreal. Having been a season ticket holder since I was 5 in 1967, its fair to say I've experienced more than my fair share of heartache along the way. The day of the game I genuinely thought that the best home record would prevail against the worst away record, especially with the ultimate prize at stake. It never really entered my head that the rags could pip us. I was sat with my two teenage sons, both obviously season ticket holders. We watched in increasing horror and despair as yet again it seemed that City would contrive to make the most monumental cock up imaginable.
We'd all had a difficult 10 years personally to contend with prior to this game. We took comfort in watching City together as a family unit of three. Eight years earlier, my wife, my two sons Mum, had died of cancer. Three weeks before she died, she had gone to the City Store and bought our 6 and 8 year old sons presents of City shirts, pens, cards and stuff. She knew how much we all loved City. A year after she died, my youngest son had battled leukaemia, blood cancer for want of a better description, for over three long years. We had all had enough bad times to last a lifetime. This game was a chance for a long overdue good time. This is not a sob story, but just telling you as it was for us that day.
At 90 minutes I turned to my two sons. The eldest in shock, clearly upset as he repeatedly smacked his hand against the blue plastic seat in front as a desperate attempt to divert the mental pain he was watching into a physical pain. My youngest had tears in his eyes, bottom lip quivering. I thought that they really didn't deserve this. Dzeko scored and all three of us remained motionless. We knew it was too little too late. It only seemed to make things worse. As the final whistle approached, Sergio had the ball in the area, he seemed to appear from nowhere. He hit it and I swear we could hear it ripple against the net. We all hugged. We all went mental. The game finished. We'd won the league. I thought we all deserved it.
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Why does the stadium clock go off at 90 mins ? Had no idea where we were in extra time just assumed when dzeko scored the ref would blow up from the restart.still to this day have no idea why QPR kicked the ball straight to us from the restart as you can clearly see their beanch go up in the build up to kun's goal .if they had done a normal restart we wouldn't have been champions scary looking back !! And if kun had gone down like 99% of strikers would have it would have been a Mario penalty with the last kick to decide the league .so I reckon we got off quite light really .