So many great posts on this thread. Fucking ace, Bluemooners.
I think one of the comments already stated that I agree with most strongly is that them lot are now reacting to us, and making decisions based on us. So are other sides. Gotta say it feels fantastic.
I think so often of that last month of last season. Feeling destroyed after that debacle at Emirates and thinking we had let it all slip away. Flash forward to the DERBY and there Sir Alex is - that arrogant, holier-than-thou, ego-maniacal man standing toe to toe with Mancini as he melted down on the touchline. In all my days as a Blue, I had NEVER thought I would see such a thing. Fergiescum on a wobbler caused by us and our manager???
It wasn't just the moment for me, with him lunging at Bobby eyes ablaze. It was Mancini, our manager, refusing to back down to him and giving him some shit right back. It was also the thought that I had at that moment about all Mancini's interviews for weeks and how he had so skillfully steered everyone's thoughts toward them and away from us. Mind games. Mind games that my side won in this instance. As the row cooled down and Bobby fluttered his hand yet again saying "talk", Sir Cumface stood there furiously chomping on his gum, still seething. It was 1-0 on the scoreboard. Vinnie (of all players!!!) with the goal. City seemingly back in control of the title. United with no key to unlock our defence. Eastlands in rapture.
Sir Alex in tatters.
Then in those glorious, shimmering, ecstatic, tear inducing moments after Kun ripped it into the net past Kenny to beat QPR, I saw the look on Sir Alex's face as the news hit them that we had torn #20 form their hands as they prepared to hold it aloft. We have all laughed, and rightly so, for the entire summer about how a shirtless Phil Jones looked so funny as the news rippled through the ground that we had scored, but I still contend that the most amazing thing to watch in that moment was Sir Alex in front of him. First, he was clapping and looking around kind of excitedly. Then, it all came crashing down and he looked completely confused as to what to do next. He had been dropped awkwardly into very unfamiliar territory.
Blue Moon Risen, my friends. Long may it soar.
Now, as so many of you have stated, we Blues stand together waiting to see what this season brings. I'm not foolish enough to believe that United are finished, but I am not foolish, period, either. IF we can win the Prem this season, it will potentially signal a real shift in power. IF we win it, it won't matter how much cash they splased on RVP and others. IF we win it again this year, it doesn't matter to me whether Fergie retires or not.
What will matter to me with regard to Sir Alex and United is that, after all these years of abuse and disrespect at the hands of them and their supporters as they dominated us, their esteemed manager will have to face the prospect of leaving the game behind with the sun already set on him. As so many of you have said, it is not in his DNA to accept failure of any kind. Nonetheless, that will be what he has to accept. What they have to accept. What their fans have to accept. Best of all, it will happen to them at the hand of their small time, crosstown rivals. At the hand of a side that they have given NO RESPECT to for years. Now, I am aware that we went for so long in the mire as they piled up wins and trophies and fans, but I could give a shit now that the tide is turning. Every dog has his day, and I truly believe ours is just beginning.
Think back to Shrek's Shinner two seasons ago. Think about how many times you had to watch it again and again and again. Fuck's sake, I'm a Yank and they played that shit EVERY FUCKING DAY for months on ESPN here. Think about this - that may be their last real moment in the sun with us for a time. Or maybe you would say them winning the Community Shield against us last year was. Regardless, I am in total agreement with so many of you here that the opportunity is before us to shake them to their very core and bring down the curtain on their era of dominance. We all thought it had to happen at some point, didn't we? We all hoped and prayed for it. We all wanted it. I, for one, never dreamed that it could happen under a Bluemoon.
Is it Sunday yet? Bring on Southampton. Let's get this thing started.
CTID