Went with the wife (3 months pregnant) and two mates...dropped her off in Leicester at her cousins and proceeded to Wembley on the train.
I still remember sitting on the concrete steps next to my aisle seat,looking up at the huge scoreboard at 2-0 down thinking "this just can't be."
When Horlock's goal went in,I could barely raise a cheer.
When Dickov scored it was elation I've never known at a football match before or since.
In all honesty,I don't think I ever want too,either.
I remember thinking about my City-mad Grandad,who was the reason for my City-supporting "career."
He passed away two days after we'd lost 2-1 at home to Oldham earlier in the season.
I'm sure he was by my side laughing that day.
Would've no doubt just said "typical City."
:) nice. I too thought of my dad who we lost the year before. His heart probably wouldn't have stood for the end of that game though!!!! I felt like I'd gone 10 rounds with Mike Tyson by the time I got back into London!
RIP Grandad.