Was on nights the evening before....went home, had a beer, and tried to sleep. couldnt, just couldnt....the pre match excitement was just a real buzz, just unreal.
3 or us drove down early on the day...tried again to sleep, not happening. The whole game was just a roller coaster. Remember at 2-0, my mate, who had gone to games with me since we were 11, looking at me and saying "this is worse than getting relegated" . We were both grown men, 30 years of age and both very, very close to tears. We didnt leave before the whistle, never did before, and never since.
The rest, as they say, is history. My mate still has the scar on his shin, from us both falling of those silly, backless seats when dickov scored. After that, penalties and the journey home is again is a blur, but the emotions felt that day were just amazing.
It doesnt matter what happens in the future, that season and that day in particular have shaped our destiny, and F$£CK me, despite the moaning, the future is bloody bright.
Even typing about that day, gets me emotional!!!