I was in block 324 for this game, I went for a pre match meal and a few bevvies as I was uber confident we would batter them. I arrived at the ground after grabbing a Townley prematch drink. Met up with a mate and sat through the first half still confident and then zabba scored and I was all smiles and cheering. Checking my phone at the other scores, all relaxed as they came out in the second half. Then Lescott screwed up and Cisse pounced and I was starting to get nervous, we couldnt fuck this up.... could we?
Then Barton did his usual "heads gone" act and it let me vent some of my built up tension on the twat. The next thing I know, vinny gets done down the line and the ball is swung in with perfection and bang, we are losing 2-1, I couldn't believe it, I slumped into my chair and you could hear a pin drop where I was.
What occurred over the next 30ish mins was something I dont actually want to go through again. The endless attack v defence scenario, the inspired Paddy Kenny who should have been MOTM. Balotelli's header saved from point blank range. I was sat down by this point, I was gutted and couldn't see us scoring the two goals we needed. Then all of a sudden up pops Dzeko and I am screaming with joy and in the same breadth screaming at the player to get back whilst looking at the time on my phone. We attack again and its frustrating as hell and when Nasri let the ball go out for a throw in when it was clearly their ball, I had a proper hissy fit, then came the big moment, Balotelli and then Aguero, I went nuts, I hugged every person within a 20 ft radius, at one point I went really dizzy and my legs went to jelly and I had to sit down, I didn't even see the Aguero shirt off moment I was too busy doing my own version. Then there was the final whistle and the pitch invasion
I watch with tears rolling down my face, I couldn't believe what I was experiencing, the celebrations and the countdown timer from 44 years was fantastic
Vinny lifting that trophy had me balling my eyes out again
I stayed for ages and ages in the ground until my lad text me asking when we are going... I had seen it all by then and was as happy as I could possibly be. I went back to the Townley to celebrate with fellow blues and had this photo taken with my lad, which cost me a whole £2 and its the best photo EVER!