Was in 216 Row G, moved from North Stand at Maine Road en masse, so everyone around me was familiar, we saw each other every other week, nodded and chatted about the game. We were all confident, never thought we would lose, but also mindful of the fact that this was City, but 'that' City had gone, the Sunderland game proved that surely. Zabba scored and then it was half time almost straight away. I went out onto a spiral and the mood was euphoric...."we're gonna win the league" echoing. I've always been half full , so didnt join in, but thought to myself, we will, ( that eason we had been so good at protecting leads) I said to my little one, that she was about to witness something that hardly any of us had seen and that she needed to take as much in as she could. They equalised, didnt care, knew we we would score....They ent 2-1 knew we would get 2. Got to 88 minutes and then realised this isn't going to happen, I'm in work with loads of scum tomorrow, how the frig...Then oooh look a corner.....we've only had 70 before ffs......straight on Edin's head. Same feeling as in 99 when Super Kev scored....yeah cheers, ffs thanks for getting us even closer. The fury at Nasri when he let the ball go out, 50,000 saw it apart from him, and then Joleon's nudge, Nige's pass.....everything visually from that is a blank... the noise, the relief, the euphoria, the absolute bedlam when that goal went in. Getting grabbed by an 'A' rower to stop me going over, how the frig did i do 7 rows, and then going back to my little girl, seeing her not really understanding what had happened but Daddy was so happy,her smile, Sergio and that trophy.......literally cannot be beaten ever by anything we ever do. My kids being born was beautiful, that Sergio moment literally was "stupendous", there is not and never will be a feeling that can surpass it. Though Vinny came close :D But can anyone imagine if VAR was around back then.....