Gillingham at Wembley.
The night before, a couple of us decided to go for a couple of socials in the local. After a couple I was persuaded to to head up to Oldham for a couple and ended up in Tokyo Project. Bad idea as I met the lads I played football and some going to the game the day after. Shots started, songs started and you can guess the rest. I got in about 3 and the next thing I remember my Mum woke me up about 6, I was steaming still and had about half an hour to get a shower and onto the coach!
We got on the coach and there was bottles of vodka being passed around which brought me round a bit, but I was steaming. That kind of steaming where you don't get drunk anymore. We got to a pub near Wembley and I'd pretty much sobered up because of the adrenaline and the nerves. It was weird because the drinks were flowing and I bet we'd had a good 8 pints before the game! Once we were inside, the adrenaline meant I remember most of the game, particularly towards the shootout. My voice had gone partly with singing but a lot of booze had just nailed my voice ha ha!
Once we got back on the coach, I was exhausted and slept most of the way back but when we got back I had a house party to go to as we'd won the Play Off final and my united mates had got back from Barcelona. Great night, both teams had won their big games and of course, I didn't have an early one and carried on till the early hours....
I can't describe how I felt on Tuesday morning in work as I'd barely slept all weekend and blasted the ale and couldn't speak! Don't think I did anything for a week and felt awful for most of it as well.
Great weekend though, wouldn't swap it for anything!!