For the range of emotions, the look of sadness on my 9 year old sons face after the 90 minute mark had been and gone and we were still 2-1 down and trying desperately to hold it all together for his sake, then the glimmer of hope with Dzekos equaliser, to the unbridled ecstasy of Aguero scoring, hoisting my son in the air as we jumped,screamed and shouted with our fellow blues, hugging blokes around me in such joy, knowing they have had the years of hurt like me, kindred spirits with kids who will never know what "typical City" means to their dads, to see the happiness on his face that he was there to witness what can never be surpassed, just an unbelievable day with memories that will never leave me until the day I die, and I feel privalidged to have been there. To win the league with the last kick of the season, to win our first PL title, and at the same time deny them lot was just special.