I don't really know what to say about that afternoon. A fitting tribute and opportunity to be together.
I felt desperately for the players. How on earth did they do that? I've never walked to a game whilst as many people with City shirts and scarves were walking away from the game. Thousands walked just for the sake of it. No tickets, no matter.
At the occasional point, I felt a desire to shout or complain about something during the game but I held back. They deserved our total support today. However, that passion wants to come back out now so that's it for me. Mourning over. Next time I see us play, it's back to normal.
On a confusing day, I heard myself singing 'one Nigel Pearson' with a gusto that defied my sensibilities. I wept at seeing Claudio back. And I longed to give Top a hug.
Finally, a word for Susan Whelan. She's led the club over the last couple of weeks through her own grief and when surely she'd be forgiven for not being at her best. Everything the club has done over this period has been guided by her. She's been magnificent.