The Dickov goal still tops the Aguero one for me in terms of the sheer manicness of the celebration. It just went on and on and on and on. I've never felt such an adrenalin rush after a goal either before or since. Wild though I went when Sergio scored, it was tinged with sheer relief. The Dickov moment was just sheer unfettered joy. I was down near the corner flag on the opposite side from where he shot, and went over two rows of those shitty bench style seats Wembley used to have, barking my shins and screaming 'yes, yes, yes' over and over again.
I know it's been said a million times before, but we left everything in the stadium that day. I was mentally shattered afterwards. Just stood there in the queue for the train back into Marylebone with no-one saying a word. Most football teams will conjure up one miracle result in a lifetime that their fans can re-live over and over again, but we're so lucky to be Blues because we've twice conjured up victories out of fresh air that would probably feature in any neutral's top 10 for incredible drama. The fact that the rags had just done the treble, the fact that on top of 20 odd years of idiotic cock ups we were now about to take hapless bad luck and incompetence to a whole new level, the fact that the club's finances were so shot we stood to lose our best players and potentially spend years in the League One twilight zone, the fact that we'd bossed the game and yet still contrived to be 2-0 down with 90 minutes on the clock and the whole world watching and laughing, I don't think any set of fans had ever stared into such an abyss of misery.......which of course only served to further accentuate the absurd high of Dickov's goal. What a day