Posted this in the City thread,but more appropriate here, I think:
Felt sick wanting Utd to win this one; spent half the time reasoning with myself that it was better for us, then going the other way and hoping City would come back from 0-2 down and crush them, and then telling myself not to be so fucking stupid, and so on and on. And now saluting the Nevster as well.
Proper gollum-on-the-way-to-Mordor situation.
Kind of stressful this. Having to act against age-old certainties. By comparison watching our games is a breeze. No stress at all, just anticipation.