One of the few times in my life where I've screamed like a small girl. I hit the deck and allowed people to jump all over me and get my clothes dusty. The trousers I was wearing that day haven't been washed or worn since because of the dust marks on the knees - I want to keep those dust marks there to remind me.
I was on the floor for so long that I can't remember what happened really. All I remember seeing when I got up was Kolarov jumping on the back of a coach shortly before the final whistle. The best moment of my life and I miss it, but it's worth it to say I was there. I stayed and I was going to stay no matter the outcome.