Looking back on the game after a sobering and lengthy trek back up to Manchester, it would be tempting to file this game away as unremarkable - an expected result, a straightforward occasion, and a minor footnote in the story of Manchester
City marching imperiously to an unprecedented potential quadruple.
But after putting my key in the door at 6am Sunday morning, collapsing on my bed with my Albion scarf still draped around my neck, my mind refused sleep. I got out my laptop, after an enjoyable browse of NSC and #bhafc, rewatched the
highlights in all their blue and white magnificence. This was a special day. Without question, a game that will live long in the memory, with all the pride and emotion to go with it.
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