I was watching on my own in our old flat in St Petersburg. My wife is in retail and was at work, which was probably for the best. I had Tyler's commentary so must have found some dodgy stream of the Sky feed on my PC, which seemed easier to do then. I settled down with a few beers and plenty of confidence.
I remember when in the period after QPR went ahead wandering round the flat, kind of dazed. Just couldn't process us not winning. Kept telling myself to remember the Gillingham game and that if we could get an equaliser, we'd go on and win it. I remember the chance that Balo had on almost exactly 90 minutes when it rebounded off him after Paddy Kenny parried a David Silva corner, and it went wide. I seriously wondered whether that was it, our chance had come and gone.
Then we got another corner, also down our attacking right hand side and again taken by Silva. This one has to go in, I thought to myself, only for him to put it straight into Kenny's hands. I gave up mat this point, and may not have been all that charitable to Silva: I couldn't fathom how such a great player managed such a poor delivery when the opposite was needed.
Of course, we got yet another corner almost immediately afterwards and Silva put in a great delivery this time, while Edin did the rest. Everyone knows what happened after that. I didn't go mad, just collapsed on the sofa with my overriding emotion being relief. That's maybe because I wasn't with anyone else.
I rang home soon after to share the moment with my dad. I'm glad we had that and other subsequent successes, because if there's anything worth sharing in the coming 9 days or so, he's no longer there to enjoy it with. Hope we don't cut it so fine, though, as I'm a decade older now and not sure my blood pressure would stand another finish like that.