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Head dropped for Fern.

Jumped up when Willy Saved.

Screamed with delight when Willy Saved again.

Went fucking ape-shit when the triple came in!

Went very quiet when I realised we could win it with Yaya's penalty.

Did those stupid laps of the front room that you see on YouTube when Yaya scored. Went bazurk, next door neighbours must've thought I'd lost it.

Beautiful.

Texted the missus furiously.

I believe it read, oh god, oh god, oh god, oh god....etc.

There may have been numbers involved, who knows.

Started off sad, paced the living room, then started to believe, got happy!!!!
Typical City.

Told the Mrs to piss off into the kitchen and do the washing up as whenever she disappears from the living room our fortunes usually look up quite quickly.

And prayed!!

Thank you Jesus (& Willy) !!

Same beefy, although felt a crushing sense of inevitability when Fern missed.

Sat quietly in the corner of the bar as the only Blue. When Yaya scored, I finished my beer and smiled.

Drank

Beefymcfc wrote:For posterity.

Head dropped for Fern.

Jumped up when Willy Saved.

Screamed with delight when Willy Saved again.

Went fucking ape-shit when the triple came in!

Went very quiet when I realised we could win it with Yaya's penalty.

Did those stupid laps of the front room that you see on YouTube when Yaya scored. Went bazurk, next door neighbours must've thought I'd lost it.

Beautiful.

Penalties , Penalty's is singular possessive

Sat in the fecking office reading posts on here and waiting for sky site to keep up...

I decided to count them on my fingers - right hand for City, left for dippers..... I gave that up after the first two. Struggled to breathe for the next couple, shook my head in disbelief when I saw Navas going up, but after he scored I felt strangely confident. I knew Yaya was going to score so was just waiting to give the clinched fist salute

Hutch's Shoulder wrote:I decided to count them on my fingers - right hand for City, left for dippers..... I gave that up after the first two. Struggled to breathe for the next couple, shook my head in disbelief when I saw Navas going up, but after he scored I felt strangely confident. I knew Yaya was going to score so was just waiting to give the clinched fist salute

Bony would've been 5th. Think on that

Did a downward fist pump. A few times. Then smiled a big smile

Paced around a lot, threw myself to the floor once or twice, called the cat a cunt when Fern missed, threw cat about when Willy saved and after Yaya put it away I pile dived onto Ms Rural.

ruralblue wrote:Paced around a lot, threw myself to the floor once or twice, called the cat a cunt when Fern missed, threw cat about when Willy saved and after Yaya put it away I pile dived onto Ms Rural.

Thank god you didn't flatten the cat

Let my inner Tourette take over.

Then jumped around.

Left my seat and hid in the smelly Wembley toilets. Hate penalties

Listened to GMR and texted the scores to me Mum. She couldn't stand to watch.

Tokyo Blue wrote:Listened to GMR and texted the scores to me Mum. She couldn't stand to watch.

Good work. I couldn't watch either.

South Stand Balti wrote:

Tokyo Blue wrote:Listened to GMR and texted the scores to me Mum. She couldn't stand to watch.

Good work. I couldn't watch either.

Oh, I would have watched and texted her but I had no joan. Still, it all turned out right in the end. And me Mum was dead chuffed.

Celebrated. Willy looked right for that shoot out. Couldn't help but think pellers gamble would pay off.