Was at the game (stayed until the end) and was also at the Wigan Semi-Final at home (picture of me and my mate was in the MEN, taken during the pitch invasion) - we had driven up for the Wigan game from Bedford on a school night, got back about 3 am and so my mum let me have the morning off.
I remember more of the Wigan game than I do the Gillingham one (we really rode our luck against Wigan - they had blatantly penalty denied, hit the bar, and our goal was crappy to say the least). Gillingham is just a bit of a blur - I remember the goals and shootout but very little else. Didn't even celebrate Horlock's (which was a tidy goal, we tend to forget) and Dickov's equaliser was surreal - just pandemonium in the stands.
Another memory is being let into Wembley at the wrong gate and having to walk round inside with my dad around through the Gillingham sections. Talk about a gauntlet - not the nicest of fans.
I know it sounds spoiled and ungrateful to say this given what we have no, but that season was probably my favourite and most engaging as a City fan: completely turn around in our fortunes, cheap tickets in that division and the Goat. Loved it.