Oh, godness! Where to start? It's really difficult to describe, when I should write about that fuckers. Don't you know what I'm still talking about? Read the following words then.
Start of the season. Emabarassing lost against City at Old Trafford. We can still do it!
Christmas. Realizing City's power.
April. Things has changed! 8 points up to City. No way to lose the title
The derby day. League decider. Well, it could be. Terrible performance by red devils. Loosing 1-0 and the title thoughts was dangered.
Now, the final day of the season.
United - 37 played matches, 86 points
City - 37 played matches, 86 points
The only difference was goal difference. If United win, which was obvious, City had to draw at least. So, here we go! United scored a first goal and the belief was as increasing as match minutes were passing one by one. City were 1-0 up. Dissapointing news. A short time later there comes a huge celebration as City were 1-1. It seemed to be an incredible day. QPR scored another goal. Suddenly City were loosing and there was nothing more to wish. Joey Barton's red card and long minutes without blue scorer. The ref blows the end of the United game and there is still nothing decided. Just unbelievable season. City need to score twice and it's almost end of the game! The title was our. But believe or not, 92nd minute at Etihad stadium and the score was 2-2. That doesn't sounds good, but we are still on the top! Unfortunetly, just for next two minutes. In 94th minute (fucking hell, normal game even doesn't have so many minutes, does it?) was long 44 years waiting done. The twat Agureo has made a huge relief to all the fans all over the Etihad stadium. And it was done. There was no way to believe that. in the latest possible minute of the season ever happened something like that! Red scarfs over heads had turned into blue one.
That was the feeling like I never had before. I was able to cry, to laugh, to break something, to kill myself... All that games, all that yells when we scored, all that supporting, all that faith, all that everything about the season was blown out just for 2 minutes. And blown out by the team I hate! Also I wanted Bolton to stay up. But they are not. QPR ARE! WHY? For that fucking two goals? Can't they keep one-goal lead such short time? If they get one goal, I can understand, but two? And this team should play the highest league in England? Nah, thanks!
And tell me now, who has said that any league is better than this? Oh, you cannot remember? That's what I was saying all the time! There is no league better than Premier league. You don't know the final standing until last minute of the season. Isn't it exciting? That are the moments when watching football is paid out! That are the reasons why we love football! Can anything like that happen in any other sport? I don't think so!
Good times (with football)!
See ya next magnificent season!
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