Mikeegrini
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- City win UEFA lose, oh City....
Half time, I scrummed for a pints, still swilling when their goal went in. Disbelief this isn't right. It all looked so ''on-plan'' for once. And then, absolute abject misery, their second. ''FUCK''. NO, this can't be happening.
The clock ticks... seconds to minutes they pass too fast. I still can't believe it. I look around me the guy behind sat, shell shocked. His little lad 6 or 7 head in hands his flag now still, his daughter a few years older tears streaming down her face. I know the little one's hurt, I feel for them, 'cos I feel it to. Just like every Blue in the house. But the thought which crosses my mind is how, how can the God's of football do this to me ,to us, to that next generation behind. How can these God's of sport not ''play the game''? Torture us, we've seen it all before, been through the mill and out the other side, but the next as well?
So, so close but now it's, so far away. But somewhere deep inside I still feel we can do it, don't give in, never, never give in. Fight. The contradictory voice in my head says ''fool, behave, it's done''.
The 90 minutes are up, the fourth official shows five more. People start to leave, not many, we shout, ''dickheads where are you going, stay to the end, SUPPORT YOUR TEAM'' one turns, returns to his place and receives from somewhere a begrudge ''good lad'' for his valor.
Extra time, added time, injury time, call it what you will.....the five are four.....then.... GOAL!
Now, we have a chance, half a chance, a slim chance, almost no chance. But, a chance still. All those weeks down to a handful of seconds now, slipping through our fingers. The crowd ROARS, I mean as one, one wild animal noise with no separation of the words. Raw passion, raw need, an incomprehensible noise that says everything with no discernible pattern. A beautiful thing.
Back to the clock, time's still so against us.
Then, then. Gritted teeth, jaw tight, GO ON, GO ON, GO ONNNNN....YESSSS, madness, pure energy, adrenalin explodes around me a blue sea of joy, more tears but this time sweet, some mine. Hugging, kissing, falling, emotion like no other. I mean NO OTHER. Not that instant, that very moment. A moment shared with tens of thousands of others like me, an moment never, ever to be taken away.
The final whistle blows, it's done, WE HAVE WON, more noise, but now our words come together, the anthem bellows out, ''CHAMPIONES, CHEMPIONES OLAY OLAY O LA''
The clock ticks... seconds to minutes they pass too fast. I still can't believe it. I look around me the guy behind sat, shell shocked. His little lad 6 or 7 head in hands his flag now still, his daughter a few years older tears streaming down her face. I know the little one's hurt, I feel for them, 'cos I feel it to. Just like every Blue in the house. But the thought which crosses my mind is how, how can the God's of football do this to me ,to us, to that next generation behind. How can these God's of sport not ''play the game''? Torture us, we've seen it all before, been through the mill and out the other side, but the next as well?
So, so close but now it's, so far away. But somewhere deep inside I still feel we can do it, don't give in, never, never give in. Fight. The contradictory voice in my head says ''fool, behave, it's done''.
The 90 minutes are up, the fourth official shows five more. People start to leave, not many, we shout, ''dickheads where are you going, stay to the end, SUPPORT YOUR TEAM'' one turns, returns to his place and receives from somewhere a begrudge ''good lad'' for his valor.
Extra time, added time, injury time, call it what you will.....the five are four.....then.... GOAL!
Now, we have a chance, half a chance, a slim chance, almost no chance. But, a chance still. All those weeks down to a handful of seconds now, slipping through our fingers. The crowd ROARS, I mean as one, one wild animal noise with no separation of the words. Raw passion, raw need, an incomprehensible noise that says everything with no discernible pattern. A beautiful thing.
Back to the clock, time's still so against us.
Then, then. Gritted teeth, jaw tight, GO ON, GO ON, GO ONNNNN....YESSSS, madness, pure energy, adrenalin explodes around me a blue sea of joy, more tears but this time sweet, some mine. Hugging, kissing, falling, emotion like no other. I mean NO OTHER. Not that instant, that very moment. A moment shared with tens of thousands of others like me, an moment never, ever to be taken away.
The final whistle blows, it's done, WE HAVE WON, more noise, but now our words come together, the anthem bellows out, ''CHAMPIONES, CHEMPIONES OLAY OLAY O LA''