Sometimes you just run out of superlatives, but I’ll do my best. Things do not get better than that. Eight players out, two keepers on our bench and we still notched a thoroughly deserved win.
Blue Moon? I never heard it on Saturday.
That has to be one of the evenings of our lives, it really does.
It would be daft to single anybody out from that awesome, jaw-dropping performance but I’m afraid I have to try.
Sam Byram? He looked like he’d played right-back for us all his life.
Emi Buendia? What a shift he put in and clocked up another couple of assists (yes, corners count for me).
Ben Godfrey? We would find it difficult to function without him. He was immense and led our hastily assembled defence in such a way that Vincent Kompany would surely be proud of.
I could go on and on and on, but the stand-out moment for me was when Teemu Pukki squared for Todd Cantwell to slot in our second. Perfectly weighted and so sweet. And so unselfish.
How many passes were in that move? I cannot count quickly enough to answer my own question. Except I know the Stieperdude played a crucial part in it.
Pukki got his personal reward when Emi robbed a dithering Nico Otamendi to put our third on a plate for everybody’s favourite Finn. I thought Teemu might have caught the ball under his feet (which he sometimes does) but no.
After I’d seen the “instant replay”, I realised the finish was simply pure class.
And then there’s the small matter of Tim Krul, who was really cool under the late barrage that wasn’t really a barrage.
When Rodri hit that 88th-minute strike Krul was unsighted but nevertheless so nearly kept it out.
And who was cutting across his line of vision with a last-ditch attempt to block? Pukki.
Heart in mouth doesn’t really express my emotion of the last six minutes of the game but the eruption in the Barclay at the final whistle is something I’ll never forget.
Aguero? De Bruyne? David Silva? Gabriel Jesus? Well, we had Pukki, Kenny McLean, Alex Tettey and Buendia. And we didn’t get a fluke result, we matched them man for man and won fair and square.
We had the gift of some comedy defending between John Stones and Otamendi that Vic and Bob would have admired, but without the constant high press, we wouldn’t have got our sumptuous reward.
Several media outlets said on Sunday morning: “That’s how to play against Man City. Don’t worry about the possession stats [32-68% I think] but give them some of their own medicine. Do not park the bus”.
I cannot say we were lucky. We deserved it.
My inbox was flooded with comments Saturday night and Sunday morning [I think there’s a play called that] and nobody had a negative comment to make.
A good friend of mine named Paul referred our performance to an old film entitled The Mouse that Roared. Bloody right mate.
And now we are all over the back pages from the Sun on Sunday to The Times, including all stops in between.
For good or ill.
Regardless of fitness issues, I can safely say I can name the team for Burnley next Saturday.
Well, there might be a single change with Paddy Roberts on the bench instead of Michael McGovern.