Pub in Cardiff, watching the derby in 2003. Goater scored after 9 seconds on the field as a sub and 'scored' another very late on for the winner.
I was hammered and went stir crazy, spinning around, shouting, spilling beer and rolling on the floor in what was a half full and quite quiet pub.
My mate let me do the drunken beetle thing on my back for 90 seconds or so and then helped me up and proceeded to explain we hadnt scored. I was still celebrating throughout the explanation and the final whistle and took some convincing we'd drawn.