Your emotions/actions/whereabouts from 1-2 to 3-2

Never stopped singing or cheering, and right before the 5 minutes came up Nasri came over to take a corner right in front of us and I shouted, "Come on Sami, we can do this"

If I'm honest it was more a heat of the moment thing, deep down I know I didn't believe it myself. But we bloody did do it!
 
I was at home with the missus (no fellow blues or anywhere decent to watch round here unfortunately for me)

Zabas goal - usual reaction to a City goal, shout like fuck, then beg the defence to 'keep it tight FFS'.
Cisse goal - choice, choice words for Lescott...not a happy camper.
Mackie goal - punched fuck out of the couch, so pissed off.
Rest of the second half - bitching, moaning, gutted that City could get so close then fuck it up like this. Rag cunts this, rag cunts that, typical City gone nowhere....
Dzeko goal - Didnt really celebrate apart from a 'fucking get in there'...then told the missus its 'too little too late'.
Aguero - Dont remember much apart from running from room to room fucking screaling at the top of my lungs. Launched the missus up into the air, nearly took her head off with the ceiling fan.

City have put us all through the ringer over the years, but I dont think even Gillingham was as much of an emotional roller coaster as Sunday was for me. Amazing.
 
when it got to 2-1 with 5 minutes to go it was going to be one of those days, someone managed to reverse into my car when i was parking up and then losing out to stretford on the last day after clawing back 8 points would have capped it all. I sat back in my seat and thought of what banners and chants those scummy bastards would be coming out with and looking at my phone the man united champions 20 texts started to arrive.

I thought we needed dzeko earlier than when he came on QPR had some big old units getting headers and blocks onto everything we tried to create. then finally a corner went in from dzeko and i thought typical city too little too late. I remember saying that back in 99 when we were walking down wembley way when kevin Horlock scored. this time id not made the fatal error of leaving.

then the footballing miracle happened, balotelli managed to drag the ball to sergio as he was falling over under pressure and sergio doesnt miss from there. pandemonium hugging everyone in the seats round me. I also started panicking after some of our circus defending for the previous qpr goals wondering if we would face another onslaught from then. thank god it never happened.

the bit that made me well up was when Tony Book and Mike Summerbee brought the trophy out and Joe Mercer's widow was in the stadium to witness this. Another monkey was being lifted off our back and getting home to see the footage of Fergie and some amazing face pulling by Phil Jones was worth a billion pound of any oil rich owner of the uae. can we please win it by 8 points or something next year i dont think i could take a last few weeks of the season like we have had.
 
Sat In North Stand 241 with my 11 year old son. Was fine until Traore skipped away from Kompany and raced down the wing, a dark cloud came over me and it felt like I had seen what was about to happen before in a dream, sure enough cross, header, goal.
I spent the rest of the half thinking if we score by the 75th minute then we will win, then the 80th, then the 85th. I sat watching the same clock that seemed to stand still two weeks before in the derby game suddenly race and we were approaching 90 minutes, I was gone, my head filled with thoughts of work, pub, neighbours.
Dzeko scores and my son turns to me and says "Dad, why are you not standing up?", I could'nt even answer him.
Suddenly someone behind shouts "Sunderland have equalized", cheering starts then grows louder until a lad in front with a radio shakes his head. Turn around to see the ball in the area and Sergio going through, scream for a penalty then watch as the ball hits the net in slow motion.
Normally I would be jumping around like a madman but this time cannot make a sound, just hug my son until the whistle goes, then let it all out.
I have watched the replays so many times, but still cannot believe what happened. Just so happy that both me and my son will take to the grave a shared experience that will never be bettered as long as we live.
 
I feel like a fraud, went for a piss and to get in the queue for the bar, so missed zabs goal (as I did kompanys in the derby) and after edin scored, I said I'm going for a piss and it might bring em luck !!!!! The rest is history
 
At 1-2 I kinda slumped into my seat, feeling more depressed than upset. As time winded down, I could feel the tears coming, and then when Dzeko scored, I had flashbacks to Horlock's goal at Wembley 1999. Then when Aguero powered through at the end I screamed louder than I have done in 13 years, and the tears became tears of joy.
 
South Stand, lvl 2, with my Dad (season ticket holder for 50+ years).

1-2 down, never seen him look so deflated, 60 mins, 70 mins, 80 mins, 85 mins. 'Dad, we're used to this', 'Dad, this is city'. Inside I'm crying... inside I'm planning my media, Twitter, work boycott. Inside I'm wondering how we will recover. This is bad.

2-2. Struggle to celebrate. Still too much pain. Screams, cry's all around me. Desperation.

Nasri... wtf.

De Jong. De Jong. De Jong. Sergio. Sergio. Mario. Sergio. Sergiooooooo. Sergioooooooooooooooooooooooooooowtfomg.

'Can you believe that', 'can you f*cking believe that', 'can you f*cking believe that', 'can you f*cking believe that', 'can you f*cking believe thaaa-a-aaaaaaaaaat?'. Bouncing... My Dad. Hugs. Tears. Hugs. Hugs. Lost him. I'm up on the 3rd tier. 'Can you f*cking believe thaaa-a-aaaaaaaaaat?', 'can you f*cking believe thaaa-a-aaaaaaaaaat?'.

Turn to look to the pitch. Noise deafens me. Goes silent. Slow motion. Blue smoke goes up close bye. More blue smoke in the distance. Tears everywhere. Mancini. Joe. Sergio. Fans. What just happened. I can't believe that.

Final whistle. What just happened.
 
was in angeles, philippines. went away from the pub at 90minutes.
went mental when i saw the highlights 1 hour later in another bar
 
Sat in the pub on 89 minutes ready to sob, 100 rags singing championeee!
Edin scored and my mate said we are going to do this, I just sulked and said we have bloody thrown it away

Aguero scored, I have no idea what I did but a few minutes later I was topless, necking a pint, kissed a bloke near me, laughed at the rags leaving singing championee to them!

Called my dad and cried my eyes out
 
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