Now I've calmed down a little may I say how shit that game was but how proud I am for that 2nd half performance. I had a couple of Rags with us watching today and the stupid grins when we had Vinnie sent off were just too much to bare. When I asked why he got sent off none of them could give me an answer, which was probably a wise move.
How good it started though, pinning them in for the first 10 only let down by Shrek putting in an unstoppable header. After that, with Vinnie's sending off, we went to pot with United running us ragged. Understandable really, losing a player of Vinnie's stature (captain aswell) then having to shuffle the pack to compensate, it's always going to be a grizz. I'd attribute the second and third to Vinnie being missing as well. The non-clearance by NDJ would have been smashed by Vinnie and due to us trying to cover the back, this led to AK diving in. Shit happens and it happened big time today.
Second half though, after Mancini had sorted the formation, we were well a match for the current League Champions and it's just a shame we couldn't pick up that last goal, that really would have felt like a win considering the diabolical refereeing. Aguero ran his nads off and with the dynamic back 5 we could've, and probably should've, got a draw. Regardless though, we showed Taggart that even if he fields one of his strongest teams, against a 10 man Mancini team, he's not guaranteed to walk it. In fact, he seemed totally unimpressed in the after match interview, understanding that it wasn't his team that won the game, rather the 12th man ensuring that they didn't lose.
My biggest fear though, after Vince was dismissed, was that those fucks would get their very own 6-1 to crow about. I'd given up on the game and wanted Mancini to shore things up - no way could I have some jumped up Rag scum screaming and dancing in my house. But how wrong was I. Mancini not only made sure that they couldn't score but also had the Rags shitting bricks. They just sat there, and stood there in the stands, biting their nails praying for that final whistle while I was there telling them that they haven't even got the balls to beat a 10 man side with the help off a bent referee (Where were the yellow's boys?).
In the end it seemed more of a victory for us and a hollow win for them, being out-maneuvered by a manager, and players, with a fraction of their so-called 'Winning Experience'. Yes, they won the Battle, but by fuck, we're now ready to win the War!
The Future's Bright, The Future's Blue!