I was watching it in my brothers house. Half time 1 nil no bothers, we'll probably score a couple more, went outside for a stroll around, feeling good. On the way back in when my youngest kid comes out to tell me its 1 all. Quit messing I tell him. No Dad I'm serious. The rest of the family recognise the look that appears on my face. Have to watch the 2nd half in a different room on my own, feeling tense. Mackie scores. FFS! Take it out on the furniture. The minutes start slipping by. I can't sit down. I'm pacing back and forward like an animal behind bars. We've definitely blown it. Again. I can see the headlines. I can hear the jibes from the rag hordes. It wasn't supposed to be like this, not anymore. It was going to be easy. Into extra time. Ah Jeesus. No. I'm fucking shaking. So many corners. Coming up short again. Dzeko loses his marker, rises and powers in his header. I let out a roar. COOME OONNN!! But its too little too late. They'll never score another. Nasri lets the ball out for a throw. FFS! De Jong gets the ball back. Aguero comes short, plays it into Ballotelli. Ballotelli on his arse pokes it into space. Kompany makes a run, draws a defender. Aguero has circled around picks it up, sidesteps a tackle and drills it into goal. WHAT?? It can't be. The linesman's gonna flag or something. But no, they're still celebrating. I seriously can't believe it. My mouth is hanging open. QPR tip off and boot the ball upfield. They're not even gonna try. Its over. We're champions! We're what? My family are all around me. They're smiling, hugging me. Someone shoves a drink in my hand. I'm shaking like a leaf. What have I just been through. I'm overjoyed, relieved, wrecked. I've watched it every night since just to confirm and now I wish I had been able to jump and shout but I was absolutely shellshocked. But it feels absolutely brilliant.