At Wembley sat down head in hands and cursing.
Looked up to see Horlocks goal but felt too sick to cheer.
Then it was like something magical happened.
The 5 minute board went up and we all went balistic, stood up shouting our heads off as though we really believed we could still do it.
I was up on my feet with everyone else madley cheering every City pass.
I was right behind Dickov when he hit the ball and held my breath as I watched it head for the goals.
The feeling when it went in was unbeleivable and I doubt will ever be bettered.
Leaving the ground was strange and very quiet, there was no chanting going down Wembley Way, everyone one seemed drained and godsmacked.