Really don't want to get into a pissing contest but in 1989 the season was over because of Hillsborough. We'd beaten Everton in the Cup Final and went into the game on course for the double. Last game of the season between the top two, last minute, and Michael Thomas wins the league for Arsenal with the last kick of the game.
Of course it wasn't on Sky so it doesn't count.
Walking home from that to be confronted by fucking hundreds, and I mean hundreds, of bitter twats piling out the Blue House and The Oak including loads of my won blue supporting mates as well. As far as purely football goes, that was the worst feeling ever. Still, at least I managed to twat some toffee nosed c*nt outside the Oak who was up in my fucking face screaming "Arsenal" to take my frustration out.
Yeah I was made up today, but it wasn't anything like it was when it affected us. It was just good to see it happening to those c*nts down the M62. Up there with 95 and probably better in some ways, but we weren't involved so I didn't give a fuck. Mind you at least in 95 it was Kenny winning the league so it was more about him winning then rather than the Mancs losing for me. Anyway, fuck off United. Next season is all ours.
