To witness that Sunday, what happened:
QPRs second went in, we hit the concourse in pieces. Needed a cig, deflated, depleted, "can't leave though, do not walk out now!"
Head in hands, in absolute pieces, near 109 when Dzeko scored.
Remembering how emotional it got when we played Gillingham.... Dickov a god. Remember Gillingham 99, THAT goal. "It can't happen again, it just can't, odds of it, it just can't. Please let it happen again!". It happened!!
Running and crying on the concourse after we Kun scores hugging a 18 stone, 6'7" bloke, crying like babies.
Seeing a 80 year old man welling up at the top of 105.
A young guy who it seemed was having a heart attack in 106 (hope he's okay like).
Running around like an headless chicken hugging everyone. Not wanting to go on the pitch coz I'm just ruining Lee and the staffs good work, yeah good samaritain me. Wish I had now, coz he wasn't that arsed in the end, WE WON.
That was City in 5 minutes. For all the blues here and gone, near and far this one is for us all. CITY4LIFE xx.