gazinho
Well-Known Member
15 at the time travelled down on a coach from the Moston con club on Kenyon lane, got convinced off some of the older lads that drinking Jamaican rum was a good idea consequently threw up at the services.
Anyway got to Wembley at 2.15 (think it was a 3 oclock kick off???) run up Wembley way with my old fella and find our seats right above the tunnel. First 80 minutes are an absolute blur then they score, gutted, 5 minutes later they score again, even more gutted, (tears were welling up at this point but I was a tough 15 year old not gonna cry in front of the lads).
My dad starts mithering me to leave started arguing with him saying I was staying after about half an hour (30 seconds) he convinces me to leave we get to the top of them massive Wembley stairs and super Kev scores. At this point told my dad in no uncertain terms IM STAYING so we watched them last 5 minutes at the top of the stairs didnt see the injury time board so every 2 or 3 seconds I was repeating thats it its over its over!
Then Wiekens knocks a long ball, Taylor flicks it, Horlock touches it, Goaters shot gets blocked, (thank fuck) and it falls to Dickov, DICKOVVVVVVVVVVVVV what an absolutely wonderful feeling my dad threw my about 10 rows forward remember hugging grown men i'd never before met then the tears started fuck being a tough 15 year old now!!!
Find our way back to our seats to watch extra time dont remember a thing about it then its the dreaded shootout, my dad wont watch turned away with his head in his hands I was the most confident ive ever been that we wouldnt lose. They miss, Weaver runs, we all end up dancing on the tunnel.
The journey home was a complete blur get back to the pub where the landlord has stayed open for us get slightly tipsy then finally get home about 4 in the morning where me n my old fella start to watch the full game again on VHS, woke up on the settee at half 7 in the morning still buzzing after about 3 hours sleep.
WHAT A FUCKING DAY!!!!!
Anyway got to Wembley at 2.15 (think it was a 3 oclock kick off???) run up Wembley way with my old fella and find our seats right above the tunnel. First 80 minutes are an absolute blur then they score, gutted, 5 minutes later they score again, even more gutted, (tears were welling up at this point but I was a tough 15 year old not gonna cry in front of the lads).
My dad starts mithering me to leave started arguing with him saying I was staying after about half an hour (30 seconds) he convinces me to leave we get to the top of them massive Wembley stairs and super Kev scores. At this point told my dad in no uncertain terms IM STAYING so we watched them last 5 minutes at the top of the stairs didnt see the injury time board so every 2 or 3 seconds I was repeating thats it its over its over!
Then Wiekens knocks a long ball, Taylor flicks it, Horlock touches it, Goaters shot gets blocked, (thank fuck) and it falls to Dickov, DICKOVVVVVVVVVVVVV what an absolutely wonderful feeling my dad threw my about 10 rows forward remember hugging grown men i'd never before met then the tears started fuck being a tough 15 year old now!!!
Find our way back to our seats to watch extra time dont remember a thing about it then its the dreaded shootout, my dad wont watch turned away with his head in his hands I was the most confident ive ever been that we wouldnt lose. They miss, Weaver runs, we all end up dancing on the tunnel.
The journey home was a complete blur get back to the pub where the landlord has stayed open for us get slightly tipsy then finally get home about 4 in the morning where me n my old fella start to watch the full game again on VHS, woke up on the settee at half 7 in the morning still buzzing after about 3 hours sleep.
WHAT A FUCKING DAY!!!!!