[The Lift. 17:54 BST.]
We stayed on the touchline.
The lads had decided at half-time. We were the lads who had come second and the lads who had come second clap. Mama said it. Mateo on the crutch agreed.
The stage went up. Pep walked Kompany to the top of the steps. The trophy on the table at the back of the gangway. Kompany lifted it with both hands above his head and the Etihad lost it. Confetti went up in sky blue and white.
The away end of three thousand Palace fans sang and Walsh is one of our own through the lift because the away end had decided to give the Etihad something to remember the away end by.
I stood at the touchline with Mama on my left.
I let myself watch.
I watched Kompany lift it. I watched De Bruyne behind him in his City shirt looking like a man who had been worried for ten weeks and had stopped being worried for thirty seconds. I watched Agüero with the trophy in his hands two minutes later.
