Roller's masterpiece brought the memories of that amazing afternoon back vividly, especially using the descriptions of the overseas celebrations. The moment when Jamie Mackie's header hit the roof of net has to be one of the most surreal moments of my life, from the total despair of being down to ten men against the most feared attack in the Premier League we were suddenly transported into a parallel universe where we were the masters! I was in a pub in Ely watching one of two screens showing the two matches, just me, the missus and a couple of RAF squaddies were watching our game the rest of the pub were ManUre fans watching the other screen. When Jamie scored I hit the table so hard there was a moment of silence all round, followed by two or three more blows on the table and a roar from me of YYYeeeeessssss!!! Followed moments later by pandemonium from the United fans. It really was a such an emotional moment I still find myself thinking 'Wow, that really happened.' We've heard what the overseas R's were doing at that moment so what did you do?
I think I made the house shake with the screaming. It was such a mad day - so many nerves in the build up. The good (fortunate) start by Stoke, the even more fortunate goals by Bolton and that feeling of "this is just fated to be Bolton's day". The low of Barton's sending off (and disbelief at the post-carding reaction) followed by the huge, unexpected boost of Mackie's goal on the break. I was just laughing hysterically from the point where the Stoke game ended.
I was in my mates top floor flat, pissing off his downstairs neighbour (who is a nurse and was on a night shift) by screaming in excitement and jumping up and down for 10 mins after.
I watched the game on telly with a fellow R and a City fan. When Jamie scored something took over and I just lost the plot, started screaming and jumped on top of my fellow R's head like Kato from The Pink Panther (unfortunately spraining his neck somewhat in the process, not that he seemed to mind too much afterwards). I too had to be told to "quiet the f**k down!" by my City supporting mate who's flat it was, for fear of upsetting the neighbours. Ironically 5 minutes later he himself was screaming like a berserker when Aguero scored. By the end of the day I was so emotionally exhausted that I actually had to go to bed early... How middle aged is that?
I watched with best mate who is a gooner and was a very very good player ... as Traore got the ball my mate said "yes" as he skipped the challenge "now a quality cross" he shouted ... "look look look he's unmarked" ... slow motion ....The pair of us actually near enough did diving header movements together ... then in a split second I lost my cake and stood up erect in a celebration pose ... my mate frozen in the moment with his mouth open ... He just said ... what a ****ing great goal ... its was amazing and without doubt the goal of the season. It was the fact that we were now winning the game ... I also know of a few Man Utd fans who went crazy In one match we regained our title of everyone's favourite second team ... we are QPR and we are loved
Just roared! Loud voice and neighbours certainly heard. When Mackie scored winner against Liverpool, lost balance and fell on bum in upper loft. Hauled up by those around me. Hoping for many more moments like those!
In the White Horse near the door then completely lost it ran outside into the road leaving the missus and everyone else inside!!! Car driving past clearly no idea what was happening that day as looked as if i had just escaped from the local nut house!!!! Good times!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I was watching the game on the PC with my Dad. When Mackie scored I jumped out my seat (nearly breaking it) and was jumping and screaming loudly around the room. Eventually sat down again a few minutes later and turned into a bag of nerves for the next 25 minutes
Me and my two sons were watching it at my place and I literally lost my voice from shouting so much. The 3 of us were dancing around the house, hugging and screaming!! Mrs Rangercol said she'd never heard us shout so loud!! A never-to-be-forgotten moment!!
Nice idea Soops. I was at home trying to watch the match around my elder daughter who kept wandering infront of me - what can you expect from a Chelsea supporter? I rose with the Wexford Clan to meet Traore's cross, but luckily Mackie beat me to the ball as well. My cry of joy even attracted the cat's attention and he has been dead for 5 years. A priceless moment spent with some of my family, even if they didn't care.
I stood on the upper level at the etihad completely gobsmacked as all around me rangers fans went ballistic and kids in city shirts started crying Very surreal moment - but very enjoyable
There was about 6 of us to about 100 city fans in the pig and whistle in brisbane. When mackie scored Quenslander danced in front of the big screen Far flung went and got hugged by all the united fans at the back of the pub watching their game. I sang the Rs are staying up as at that point i knew we were safe. One of the best night of watching QPR and i nearly did not go
I lost my voice after the game when he scored,but it all went tits up at the end...still grinds my gears that we lost that game
Ely is in Cambridgeshire, nearest league club is Peterborough, these plastic ManUre fans get in everywhere...
I was in the Ethiad jumping up and down in a crowd of strangers - we were right next to the City fans - I remember one lad pointing at me and drawing his finger across his throat - he looked like he wanted to cry - I was just screaming - it was funny - it went quiet after that in the ground - I don;t remember us singing much in the QPR end - just disbelief
I was in my uni house watching our game on the big telly, united vs sunderland on another telly and Bolton vs Stoke on a laptop. When Mackie scored I believe my quoted words was "GOO OONNN....FUUUUUUUUUUUUUUCKKKIIIIIINNNNNGGGG YEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEESSSSSSSSSSS...COME ON!" which is probably similar to most other peoples. Such a surreal moment, especially as Mackie seemed to be in mid-air for a good 5 seconds at the time. Such an exhilarating experience.
I watched it at home. I'd been painting the living room floor and, as it was still wet, had to watch the 1st half poised like a ballerina, one foot on the floor in the other room, the rest of me horizontal - head peering round th corner, other leg counterbalancing me. Floor was dry for the 2nd half, so business as usual, sat and watched it with my 17 year old, chelsea supporting step son. When the ball flew in I jumped and shouted and all the usual and when the real world re-appeared, I realised he was doing the same. He knows he's pretty much an R, but can't admit it.
