Kun Aguero is my shepherd and I shall not want.
He maketh me to lie down in green pitches: he leadeth me beside the still waters.
He restoreth my soul: he leadeth me in the paths of righteousness for his name's sake.
Yea, though I walk through the valley of the shadow of Europe, I will fear no opponent : for thou art with me; thy foot and thy head they comfort me.
Thou score a goal for me in the presence of mine enemies: thou anointest my City scarf with oil; my beer runneth over.
Surely goals and trophies shall follow me all the days of my life: and I will dwell in the house of the Aguero for ever.
With apologies to the religious, Psalm 23 is about how it feels right now. Once again, the little one has saved our bacon. Where would we be without him? Not that we deserved it mind you. The two late goals in particular came on mistakes by Bayern, not because City was going something good and creative.
In fact, we looked terrible against a team with 10 men. We did not win balls in the open field. When we did deflect or intercept a pass, it went right back to Bayern. When we were in the box, we allowed ourselves to be surrounded by multiple defenders and instead of passing to an open man, we allowed the defenders to take the ball from us. And when we did have the ball, we had no one in the box to pass it to. Absolutely woeful.
Can we expect that kind of luck in Rome? I doubt it, I very seriously doubt it. But, who knows? As Mick was saying for the entire match today, it's not over yet. And he was completely right. Remember: that's why they play the games.