On a personal note, it's a bit of a strange one. I was sat in the united end for the 1-6. I had a feeling we'd win that game convincingly and as I was on one of my dad's season tickets I'd resolved to keep schtum if we scored.
Anyway, I'd managed to keep my cover, despite all my natural instincts to the contrary, up to and including Edin's fourth, but when David scored the fifth I went absolutely mental. Maybe it was the 5-1 scoreline and all that it signified, or maybe it was sheer relief that whatever happened in what remained of the game we were going to win at old trafford convincingly, but I went completely apeshit. I didn't mean to; not for the first time with City my emotions got the better of me. Fuck knows what the rags around me must have thought given my reticence thereto, but somewhat understandably it started getting a bit on top pretty much straight away. I had a couple of people with me, and one of them was only twelve at the time and so when Edin missed a couple of relative sitters following Silva's fifth,and some people around us started getting more aggressive, I decided, as the game was pretty much over, to do one.
Got outside the ground and a big cheer went up - and I turned to one of the two people I was with and said that's the full time whistle; we've won 5-1 at old trafford. And as I said it I saw a copper stood with his back to the scoreboard end who must have seen a united fan he knew because he held six fingers up and mouthed six-one to whoever it was - and as he said it I heard the City fans start to sing the Edin Dzeko song and realised we'd scored a sixth.
It's a moment in my life I'll never, ever forget - even though I missed the goal itself.
See - being an early leaver isn't without its compensations ;-)
