I should have done this a while ago but I just couldn’t bring myself to. Well, I’ve healed. Moving on! Sunday 13th May wasn’t just some other day, twas a day when hearts were broken and hearts were unbroken(you get the point). Sunderland V man united & City V qpr. I was one of the very few who believed man united could ‘steal it from city, that didn’t work out in the end. Anyways hours to kick off I’d got my jersey ready, made sure there was ‘ijekuje’ in the fridge and I even bought petrol with my own money! (Unheard of). Sha matches start and I’m watching both on 2 tv’s, na so e do me reach and oh yea nepa had struck at dis time, generator to the rescue! The tension was murderous, I swear if I were in a cold room at that point I’d still have been sweating. Twenty something minutes gone rooney knocks it in and suddenly I had hope, but that disappeared as soon as zabaleta scored for city. Mumu like me I was still believing, my faith was tested when that idiot barton got sent off, his ‘I must do my own back’ attitude is so stupid! Anyway qpr down to 10 hit city on the break, I can bet with anyone that lescott’s header was a thru ball for cisse ahn ahn it was inch perfect abeg. Mackie scored again for qpr and I wan mad, all they had to do now was hold on. 2 minutes into added time and dzeko scored 2-2, I said in my mind that there was no way city would score again. Alas I jonzed big time thanks to mr aguero, I jus stood in front of the tv, cold, open mouthed, devastated, flabbergasted….. I can go on and on. In 2 minutes absolute joy became absolute heartbreak, I just turned my phones off immediately cuz I knew the enemies would start to hound me. Thank God I didn’t have any pre existing heart condition sha, twas crazy. Sunday 13th May, not just some other day….