Wembley....until the end.
I travelled down on the coach with my mate and his Dad and 2 brothers.
My mate and his Dad were in the olympic gallery, we were on the back row in line with 18 yard box.
I remember when Gillingham scored, we couldn't hear their fans cheering, just jumping up and down. It was weird.
When the 2nd Gillingham goal went in, the older of the brothers said 'This is shit, lets go!', I said ' What's the point, we'll only be sat on the coach for ages. Anyway. there's time left, we can still do this."
Some lads on the row in front turned around and laughed at me.
When the equalizer went in, it seemed like everything happened in slow motion, but the lads in front turned around and looked at me. I just shrugged my shoulders as if to say 'I knew it'. Then absolute bedlam.
The noise from the City fans was epic, especially during the penalties.
All I remember from the journey home was that everyone was drained, physically & emotionally. No real celebration, just relief I think.