we-r-the-big-4 said:
in the hunters on acres lane in stalyvegas wit me brother n me dad and one or two other blues.. there werent many of us n we were a bit sad cos we werent there at d match!
anyways once we 2-0 down theres a dozen or so rag c*%ts come in to take d piss out of us and remind us of the score a couple of days earlier when d jammy b$%£"*&s beat munich in euro final - now at this point i thought i was gonna have to try n stop me dad from killing one these nobs cos he was gettin wound up but we were distracted by the first goal back which was met with little other than a gasp of 'yes!'
cue complete fixation if an earthquake or tornado had gone off in d bridge we would still have been gapin at d screen and as d clock ticked down i just knew we had a chance as went forward for d final time...
cue complete and utter madness when dickovs effort went in.. grown men roaring, screaming, jumping up and down and trying to kill each other with bear hugs.. me old fella looked like he was about to have a heart attack, and, once we had realised just what had happened, we went to look for d dic*&^%eads who had come in to bait us just so we could stick two fingers up to em ... in fairness one or two had stayed and they just sat there in disbelief with polite smiles but the vast majority of em had run away whilst we were celebratin!!
just as the commentator said 'what IS it about Manchester??' we realised that what we had achieved had been done so with a greater degree of drama than what they had done just a few days earlier - and whilst our achievement paled in comparison in terms of the trophy and the opposition, they still knew that we had outdone em!!
well the extra time seemed to go on forever but surely it was only a formality and sure enough when the deed was done the legend of dickov was born......
