BlueKolarovWorker
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The only "final" I went to with my dad, who had already started having heart trouble by then.
When Dickov's goal went in, I turned to celebrate with him but he looked in trouble and like he could faint, at which point he snatched a cup of Coke from the little lad in front of us and gulped it down in one and the sugar rush seemed to bring him around. On the bizarrely quiet train home, we were talking about it and I suggested that it had looked like he was having a heart attack and I thought we might "lose" him, to which he replied "aye lad but what a bloody way to go"!
When Dickov's goal went in, I turned to celebrate with him but he looked in trouble and like he could faint, at which point he snatched a cup of Coke from the little lad in front of us and gulped it down in one and the sugar rush seemed to bring him around. On the bizarrely quiet train home, we were talking about it and I suggested that it had looked like he was having a heart attack and I thought we might "lose" him, to which he replied "aye lad but what a bloody way to go"!