I was there as a kid in 1983 and I was there yesterday as Villa won league games at Old Trafford with a small yearly gap in between! From Peter Withe to Gabby Agbonlahor - it's been a bit of a wait!
During the final twenty minutes yesterday I felt I couldn't take anymore of the tension as I bit nails and did various other things associated with being seriously fucking nervous.
Our boys were great first half and more than deserved to be ahead through Gabby's headed goal. Once Wayne Rooney had been booked for cheating and then hit the bar I started to feel it was possibly going to be our day - the trouble is you can never believe that at Old Trafford until the final whistle goes.
The second half was a battle. I missed the first 6 minutes after catching up with my old mate Taggy on the concourse, then we just got behind the boys and made the sort of noise that must have embarrassed the silent 73,000 "home" fans.
Through some absolutely heroic defending we got 3 points and the away section was as delerious as it could ever be after a 1-0 win! People fell over seats, strangers kissed and hugged each other - it was pretty special. All the boys worked so hard but I thought Richard Dunne and Carlos Cuellar were rocks. I wonder if Man City think they got a good deal letting Dunny go and bringing in Lescott? I know who I'd rather have thanks!
The whole day was superb - we had a near four hour stop in Knutsford and also on the way back for some alcohol induced fun. It had been an early start at 9am and we wouldn't get back until 1.25am - but fucking hell it was well worth it! I've had to wait till now to update as my head was sore as hell this morning.
We even mentioned that it would be an idea to stop over the night at Knutsford though that was probably/definitely the drink talking by then...
To be able to give the daytrippers so much grief at the end of the game was fantastic - we took ages getting away from Old Trafford and we milked it for everything it was worth. We've suffered a lot of grief there over the years and yesterday was our time for payback.
Coaches from Ireland and all over the UK drew the curtains as the Stourbridge bus literally rocked it's way from the "Theatre Of Our Dreams". Fucking hell-hole.
.....Oh - we forgot to do the stadium tour. Damn!
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