Down in Dorset with my beloved family thanks to school holidays. Have checked and the moon is still white tonight. It’s hidden, fuzzy a bit surreal and only just visible. But it’s there. It’s ours. It’s alive. Very apt. Fuck I love this football club. Freezer is full of beer. I’m going for a drunken run along the Jurassic coast when I’m done. COYS.
This is just weird, I'm so used to being hurt, I don't know what to do now.
VAR has fucked us so many times (I still hate it, but not tonight) when they scored in injury time I was broken........again. Although it was a pain we've all suffered before so I'm hardened by these past experiences. I was pacing around my house, not looking at the telly so hadn't realised it had been ruled out, such a surreal moment that I didn't celebrate the decision all that hard once I had caught up with the events, I was empty, I had nothing left. I gave a fist pump but it was lame, only when the full time whilst blew did it dawn on me what we had done. Then all hell broke loose.
Amazing! Absolutely fucking amazing, bonkers game a game we never get the rub...........until now.
Fucking hell! Fucking hell...
Some people have said they would take a league cup or FA cup over top 4. But this is what being in the CL brings, massive nights against Europe’s elite. Dortmund and Real last year, getting through through the group this year, and now beating City. What a fucking feeling.
Crazy night, and I get that we needed to celebrate, but I really don't like to see us celebrate like that on the pitch like we've won the CL. It was a great victory, definitely go and thanks the fans and celebrate, but it was a QF, we've still got a semi final against a team playing cracking football, who've just beaten Real and Juve away from home.