Early that morning, we’d received a phone call from Mrs Vienna's heavily pregnant daughter, saying that she thought she was going into labour, so we promptly got up and took the laptop and drove the 40 miles to their home.
We sat there enthralled as the game unfolded, as nervous as usual watching a derby, even at 0-3.
As Alan Parry said in the commentary, it was a humiliation and confirmation that the semifinal victory six months earlier wasn’t a fluke. I’ve said it before, but Mario hit the opener with exactly the right amount of power. Any harder, and it would have gone wide; any softer, and the alpaca would have saved it.
Has there ever been a better assist - or even pass - than Merlin's for the icing on cake. I never grow tired of watching David's brilliant touch of magic.
The granddaughter was born just after midday the next day. It was a fantastic 24 hours.