[Selhurst Park. Sunday May 13. 14:00 BST.]
City played at two o'clock. We played Liverpool at half past four.
I watched the City match in the office at Beckenham with Sarah and Bray before the bus to Selhurst. City were at home. City scored in the eleventh. City scored in the thirty-fourth. City scored in the sixtieth. By the time we got on the bus to Selhurst at quarter past three, City had won three-nil, and City were champions, and Crystal Palace were second.
Sarah turned the television off in the office.
"That is the title."
"That is the title."
"Ninety-six points for City. We finish on eighty-six or eighty-nine depending on today and the Etihad."
"Second."
"Second. On fifty million pounds. Behind a side that spent four hundred million across three windows."
I did not say anything for a moment.
"We chased them for thirty-six matches, Sarah. We were never going to catch them. We knew in August we were never going to catch them. We caught everybody else."
