So after 35 years my Manchester City finally win some major silverware, the FA Cup.
It was a cracking performance against a pretty poor Stoke City who should thank their keeper Sorensen for keeping the score respectable.
Is this the start of the "Blue Moon Rising" or just another false dawn?
I don't care at this moment as I'm still pretty chuffed, but for the past couple of decades I've been saying how I hoped I got to see City win a trophy before I died.
Must admit, I'm feeling pretty nervous right now.
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