I doubt anyone thought we'd even equalise never mind get a winner. I remember the Balotelli header Kenny saved. We got yet another corner and Kenny easily caught it and held on. The ninety minutes were up and I remember feeling sick and deflated. I had to travel back to Kent and had work in the morning at 7am. Gutted wasn't the word. I decided to get off and went to the exit from the stand. The concourse was like a war zone, people sitting on the floor head in hands and loads streaming out. I noticed the gates weren't open they were going out through the turnstiles and once out you couldn't get back in. I stood there torn. Stay or go? A weird feeling, total turmoil. I stayed and the rest is history. Did I think we'd do it? Not a cat in hell's chance.