Awesome night. Vale were bloody awful - we looked a class apart.
City's goals... first one was a low, hard corner that looked suspiciously like handball at the near post, and was then followed up by a scramble on the line. It looked like Vale had cleared, but Marcus popped up in the right place ten yards out to lift it across the goal. We had barely settled down after that when Sercs picked up the ball, on the right flank, cut inside past three Vale defenders, glanced up, looking for all the world as if he were stunned to be in the position he was in... and lifted it expertly over the keeper from 25 yards out.
Much of the rest of the match followed the process of a little Vale pressure, followed by a wild hoof, or a horrendous finish ("na na na... ****ing useless" has never been more deserved). It was either that, or City knocking the ball around their own back four with ever more of a swagger, leading to a Vale player losing it and sliding in wildly.
Our third goal rounded off the night when Gilly's corner from the left wing swung in, and the keeper's attempt to catch it resulted in it bouncing hilariously off his gloves into the far side of the net. Cue hundreds of Vale fans leaving as we all collectively pissed ourselves.
Bring on the Barnet. You going to that one, fellow grecian?