The whole treble experience with my son will live with me forever. Wembley was incredible, but nothing will top Istanbul.
Flew from Manchester and it cost a bloody fortune but I had a gut feeling it would be special.
We stayed in Sultanahmet and had a great night on Thursday in some random "Irish" pub with loads of other blues.
Friday night on Nevizade was off the clock and I can't put into words what that felt like after all the years we've had supporting our club......Still brings a tear to my eye.
Day of the final was back to the old town in the afternoon, loads of sun, beer and old school city lads having a laugh. Metro to the Attaturk ( thank God ) and a plastic bag full of Effes ( thanks to my scouse friends who tipped me off about the shit show in and around the ground). £8 for water in the stadium, 6ft banana confiscated, Sergio walking right past us, Rodri scored, went mad, calves cut to ribbons on the shit seats, metro back, more beers at 3.00 am, food at 5.00 am, up at 7.00 for the flight back.
Gutted I missed Nevizade on the Sunday but my lad had a GCSE on Monday so had to get home.
Best 8 days of my life..... Nevizade, thank you.