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

Surrounded by thousands of Gillingham fans and miserable at 0-2.
Surounded by City fans and singing "you can stick your f***ing treble up your arse" in the queue at Wembley tube station later.
 
Flew in overnight. Didn’t sleep on flight. Went to my hotel in Lancaster Gate. Couldn’t sleep. Went to Wembley to meet my brother. Hooked up. Was absolutely knackered and emotionally drained at 2-0. Looked at my brother and raised my eyebrows. He shook his head. We scored. We won. We went crazy like everyone else. Went back to my hotel. Showered, went to a boozer, sat outside enjoying a few with a few City fans walking by having a chat. Slept like the dead, Flew home in the morning.
Hope you thanked the co-pilots.
 
Was drinking in Didsbury with loads of blues. Had a bit of a mardy when 2-0 down and left the pub. Got in the car (my mate was driving and he was a sober Oldham fan) and immediately turned off 5 live as soon as it came on. Sulked all the way home. Didn't know it was 2-2 until my mate looked at the score!

Had to do the pens on the radio. Not sure I can remember much after that
 
8am coach from Chorlton Street. Driver didn't take kindly to the four-packs we had it on our hands, so supped one and slung the rest. Awful traffic near Wembley, got in the ground at 2:55. Game a blur, but I really don't have any recollection of any mass walkout at 2-0. A handful of people near us left but that was it. The coach was very quiet on the way back, I think everyone was physically and emotionally drained.
 
With my mum and dad at Wembley. Nothing we ever won or lost has topped the emotion on that day for me.
I said the same for years, but when Yaya netted in the Semi v Rags it came bloody close.

I didn’t usually wear replica shirts on matchdays back in those days, as it was a casual way of life for me, but I did on this occasion and for the majority of the match thought I’d cursed it.
 
On holiday in Jersey and in the pub to watch the game much to the annoyance of the wife. Got to the last minute and decided to stroll back to the hotel. Got about 400 yards up the road and realised had left the wallet. Went back to discover my wallet was still there and a complete turnaround in the game. On such days you believe there is a God
 
At a mate's wedding celebration (they got married in Vegas, a week before)
Speaking to Mrs G after the game, another of my mates said (a dipper, at 90 minutes) "he's in there, sulking "
A few minutes later, I was far from sulking

A few hours later, I was pleasantly sozzled
 

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