It doesn't rank close. If someone had told me at the start of the season that a team would get to the CL final, be playing Real Madrid, score 5 goals over 2 legs, be 2 goals ahead in the 89th minute and still lose, I'd have been able to tell you exactly who it would be.
Exactly. I think quite a few Blues have forgotten or never experienced true footballing pain.
The type of pain that doesn't punctuate a goal from Dickov or Sergio.
The type of pain where you question why the fuck you continue, the pain where you selfishly question why always to us?
Well, why the fuck not? We have no divine right to anything.
You can look the best boxer in the world but until you get punched on the nose a few times, you don't learn if you have what it takes.
My 14-year-old lad sat watching it on the TV with me and he was crestfallen, I could see he was visibly shaken.
I also remember him crying when Wigan beat us and he six at the time.
He's never known anything but bus parades.
Told him to forget about it and go to bed, tomorrow is another day.
It makes the special times even more special.
We have thousands of younger fans and others from around the world who will be the much the better for a punch on the nose now and again.
Otherwise, you end up like all these United wankers now who don't have the coping mechanisms to understand there is no timeline on failure and disappointment.
Drink it in. Stop listening to fucking Adele and woe betide me twats.
