Where were you on Sunday 30th May 1999 (Gillingham play off game?)

Behind the goal and when the score was 2-0 not answering the call from my father-in-law who was in the Gillingham end!
 
Wembley.
Drove down Saturday morning, in the Chelsea Potter by midday and didn't go to bed in any meaningful way until Monday night. The weekend was, as my Cockney friends would say, a proper muncher.
As a side note: I was nearly run over on Kings Road by the late, great and very beautiful Susannah York (driving a white VW Polo).
 
I was in the Gills end, posted this about 6 years ago .........

Living in Maidstone and working in Gillingham I realised the only way of seeing this was to get tickets in the Gills end. I queued up for 4 hours each on 2 separate days to get 8 tickets. A couple were for me and my boy two others for city mates the rest for mates who just wanted a day out including a Sussex F A councillor. Amazingly on the tube met two Gills fans from Manchester who had city tickets, how they had them i just dont know. So two of us swopped and got in with City Fans. The rest as they say is history.
Incidentally Gills got back to a Wembley play off in the following season and took over 50000. Wigan had about 6000 !

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Went down in car with wife and kids ( They spent the full day in London.) got to Wembley Stadium about 10.00am parked up right near stadium behind a Cop van. Got out and asked the copper were we alright to park there, his reply was "well we are " Could not believe it free parking so near the stadium. We crossed over the road to Wembley tube and went into London. Spent some time with kids then headed to the ground,I was meeting my lad in one of the pubs near the ground ,can't remember which one . As I approached the pub the fans were singing Tommy Booth, Tommy Booth ,Tommy Booth, (he was on the other side of the road), I shouted it's not that
It's He's here he's there he's every fucking where Tommy Booth Tommy Booth, All the City fans started singing it. Felt bad as he had his young grandkids with him. When we went 2.0 down made my way to the top of the stairs but did not leave, I remember thinking to myself (come on city if them red bastards can do it so can we) they had comeback to beat Bayern in the week. When we equalised Some random guy and myself were hugging and dancing .Stayed the rest of the game with my new best mate. Whenever I hear Rocking all over the World It reminds me of That Wembley day as it was bouncing as the team paraded. Great day great memories.
 
I was at Wembley and stayed to the end with my Brother and Best Mate, god bless both of them, a major day in our history, one which will never be forgotten.
 
Didn't go to Wembley that day. I was in my back garden landscaping it - that was until I thought the game had ended and then switched the telly to Ceefax to find the excrutiating slow refresh of the page through extra time and then to penalties... then constant refreshing the page until thank f**k we won!
 
On the campus at Vanderbilt (go Dores!) halfway through my masters. My dad rang me and put the phone to the radio for the shootout. I’ve never dared ask him what that months phone bill was.
 
melrose40yarder said:
My 2 abiding memories my daughter screaming come on City when Kev scored and me thinking how i am going to console her at the end.When we were on the way back to the station seeing a car full of rags terrified with 100s of City fans singing you can stick your fucking treble up your arse.The car was rocking really thought they were going to get turned over.
Happy days.
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My uncle’s house in Solihull. I was 14. He was at Wembley, but the rest of our family were at his house with my auntie as he was the only one with Sky at the time.

When Taylor’s goal went in for Gillingham I stormed off upstairs to the office room, switched on his PC and fired up Champ Manager with the intention of arranging a match and walloping Gillingham.

Before I had chance, muted noise from downstairs told me we’d got a goal back, but come on - my Blue upbringing was the Reid / Horton / Ball / Coppell / Neal / Clark eras. My second ever game was the 2-3 to United in 93/94 after we’d been 2-0 up. Surrounded by away fans in the home sections. This was utterly typical City - we didn’t do United-esque Lazarus-style comebacks.

Shortly after, chaotic screaming from the living room announced the equaliser. Sprinted back downstairs to see the replays and didn’t move for the rest of the game.

On returning much later that evening, my uncle said the bedlam after Dickov’s goal was like nothing he had ever seen, to the extent a bloke a few rows in front broke his leg in the celebrations.

Still watch it back, have a Sky Sports Retro screening saved to my Sky Q box. A watershed moment in the life of any blue that remembers it, and one that my boys will be educated about once they are old enough to understand.
 
National Express the day before and stayed over near Victoria Coach station in a dodgy B&B. Cracking night in Covent Garden and Leicester Square. After the game went and celebrated in Trafalgor Square, got lost from my mates and just managed to get back to Victoria Coach station to get the last coach home
 
HermanPant said:
Wembley.
Drove down Saturday morning, in the Chelsea Potter by midday and didn't go to bed in any meaningful way until Monday night. The weekend was, as my Cockney friends would say, a proper muncher.
As a side note: I was nearly run over on Kings Road by the late, great and very beautiful Susannah York (driving a white VW Polo).
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Susanha York? Oof not half.
Getting flattened by her would have made my weekend complete
 
At Wembley, behind the goal we scored in. If Horlock's goal wasn't stopped by the net, it would have come straight to me. Went down with my dad and his mate on the coach from Cheadle, his mate left after about 70 minutes and then couldn't get back for extra time. I still remember ringing up to get the tickets and the relief of finally getting through and asking "are there any left?" and the reply "yep!"

Coach dropped us at the George in Cheadle for last orders and the whole place was a sea of happy blues. Got home the next day sometime.
 
Underneath one of the benches in the front row of Wembley when Dickov scored with hundreds of City fans jumping up and down on the benches, like a movie scene my heroes hand came down through all the bodies and dragged me back up so I could escape certain death and join in the mayhem with everyone else…happy days
 
blueju said:
Underneath one of the benches in the front row of Wembley when Dickov scored with hundreds of City fans jumping up and down on the benches, like a movie scene my heroes hand came down through all the bodies and dragged me back up so I could escape certain death and join in the mayhem with everyone else…happy days
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I was there with my 9 year old twin boys. When Kevin scored i said " well at least you saw them score at Wembly" Then it happened, from tears of heartbreak to tears of joy. We talk about it alot. One of their best ever days.
 
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