Walking out of Victoria station at 10am to a see of blue, Flags having from every corner of the giant wheel and thinking jeys, we still have 10 hours till KO, Every where and I mean everywhere in a 5 mile radius was a sea of blue, Offies and Supermarkets out of booze by 11am, Went into the Aldi in the centre and all was left were warm bottles o ale, and bottles of fizz, so I loaded up lol, Wasnt ucky enough to get a ticket but watched it in albert square, Not once did I see trouble till about 11pm and even then wasnt major. Remeber watching in hotel about 10am next morning thinking WTF, was I in the the same game and city as all the trouble. Was in Florence, Bremen, Barca the same season but Manchester walked on them all. A quarter of a million rangers fans, Fucking hell that is a once in a life time experience. Come full time I had tears strolling down my cheek and still to this day dont think that was due to the loss, it was due to it was over, Those amazing 4/5 months were over, The last 16, Quarters, Semi's all these games I went into thiking thats it were out, but then one by one we made or way through, Then Manchester of all fucking places for the Final, A british final for THE BRITISH TEAM, you couldnt of dreamt it up, it was perfect.The next few days were like a slump, It was over, Kind of liek Christmas when a kid suppose, only this time I wouldnt have another in 365 days time, Gers of every accent all in one place, and everyone was so fucking friendly, I hugged probs 2000 randomers lol, I have photos galore of strangers with their arms round me, Was perfect. Honestly makes me feel like am about to cry now just writing it down, I have never felt so at home in a strange city as I did that day in Manchester. Would love the club to produce a wee book where people could write into them with their days adventures and produce them all in a book. :h34rt: :h34rt: :h34rt: :h34rt: :h34rt: :h34rt: