When the third went in I ran up and down that wierd concourse kinda thing that separates the upper and lower tiers. High fiving the Blues above. On the 2nd circuit I saw a blue I'd not seen for years, who shouted "FFS it's too early mate". After Silky scored the 4th he found me and said "OK its time" and we had one of those joyous moments that true friends have after a long absence.
That and two other things stick in my mind.
First, arriving in Brighton the day before the game, left the hotel as a Kylie tour guide was leading a bunch of people singing Kylie songs through the streets. I kid you not, really bizarre. We thought fuck it we're having some of this and joined in, then Blues appearing from all sides joining the snake through Brighton. Never laughed so much in my life, dozens of Blues singing Kylie, dancing through the streets, set the tone for the weekend.
Second, the party outside the away end after the game. The look of terror on Jim Whites face as he realised he had to share the train journey back with us to the City centre.
Amazing weekend.