Many a City fan will be giving their post-mortem over the next few days. Might as well get my two penneth in. Obviously gutted to have lost against the Gooners. We were 2-0 up after 8 minutes, still winning with 20 minutes to go, still in with a shout until well into the 120. We hit them with two great set piece goals, on cloud nine. They clawed their way back and won it after two hours of battering at the door. They'll celebrate their win, we'll commiserate our defeat. Fair enough. Perhaps their talent shone through, perhaps we were ultimately unlucky with one or two defensive errors and attacking shortcomings. Doesn't matter, what's done is done. But **** me, what a ride. This has been a season to savour. Our best ever Premier League finish, an FA Cup final against a so-called top team we came so close to upsetting, and the promise of European football next season. We've a squad and a manager who genuinely care about this club, who gave their absolute all out there on the pitch. They deserve an open-top bus even though they came up short. All of them. We've a fan base I admire greatly - many of whom are members of this forum - who have fought long and hard this season to preserve the identity and heritage of this club. This is a proper club, where victory or defeat is circumstantial in respect to our history and our heritage. We know the highs and lows of football in a way fans of clubs like Arsenal will never understand. The Gooners will celebrate their first trophy in eight or nine years. We can celebrate taking them to the wire, providing the best spectacle of football this competition has seen in years, and showing the world what we're made of. Sometimes the beautiful game is tragic. But **** me, what a ride.
Seconded. Today was those boyhood dreams come true, when you opened your Christmas presents in the middle of the night and went back to sleep in your new Hull City kit -- dreaming of seeing The Tigers in The FACup final.
