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

I was there.

My mate said to me about 3 minutes before Gillimgham scored the second.

"Next goal wins this"

We promptly stood up and walked towards the exit absolutely gutted after Gillingham had smashed in the second.

In the concourse we heard another roar. I thought fuck me 3 nil.

Then a younger lad ran past saying City have scored. I looked at my mate, he looked at me he said "shall we go back"..

So we did. We couldn't get anywhere near our original seats, so we watched Dickov smash in the equaliser from the steps coming up from the concourse.

Arms, limbs everywhere.

Extra time was a bit of an anti climax.

But seeing Weaver run around doing his jig is something I'll remember for a lifetime.

If someone would have said to me that day
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In 13 years you'll win the Premier league I'd have sent them to the nearest nut house.

I truly think that day changed our history forever. If we lost that final i don't think we would have witnessed the sublime past 12 years that we have witnessed today.

You don't choose to support city.

CITY CHOOSE YOU!!!!
 
Lee the Blue said:
Sat behind the goal at the end where all our goals and pens went in.

I don't hark back to that season with any fondness. It was a grind, the football was shit until after Xmas and the teams we played were largely alehouse too.

Thankfully the club is a million miles from what it was then, so continuous comparisons or the old "remember where we were in 1999" whenever anyone dares criticise any defeat doesn't wash for me.
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Totally with you there.

It's nice to reflect on where we've come from. But City are a different animal compared to back then.
 
I did not watch any of the match. I was really confident that City would prevail and decided to travel to Glasgow to watch a speedway match to take my mind off it. Edinburgh Monarchs won by 46-44 against Glasgow Tigers after taking a last heat decider 4-2.

I got to the car after the match and switched on the radio to see if City had won promotion. That was just after the equaliser went in.

I heard commentary on the extra time and the penalty shoot-out while driving back to Edinburgh. I was pulled up by the police leaving Glasgow on the motorway. Some local must have objected to me parking quite legally near their house. The two halves of shanty I had drunk did not even register on the breathalyser and I was able to continue my journey.

I arrived home in Edinburgh to celebrate the result.
 
At Wembley. Only stayed until the end to boo them off as they'd thoroughly let us down by not turning up on the day. Turned out to be a decent decision. Would have gone out celebrating afterwards but had run out of money spending the weekend in London as a skint 18 year old.
 
Wembley with my brother. Flew in, watched the pre-game on TV in the hotel, went to the match, back to a pub close to the hotel, sat outside and had a few, slept (for the first time 40 hrs) like a baby, flew back to ChiTown with a big smile on my face.

Best 3 day trip ever!
 
Wembley with my adult son. He was going to leave when we went 2-0 down saying come on dad I’m going. I said I’ve come all this way I’m staying until the end so he also stayed. Finished up lifting the girl next to him in the air when we won. Apologised to her but she said it was fine and we all went crazy like the rest of the City fans. Still waiting for him to thank me for making him stay.
 
I was 10 years old, we didn’t have sky so was listening on the radio at home. A family who lived opposite us supported United and when we went 2-0 down, the son (13) called the home phone and said we could go watch the rest at his whilst laughing. I did but my dad stayed at home.
One of the best decisions I made! His little red face when Dickov scored!
 
Row Z behind the goal. £45 ticket seemed "expensive" back then. Never saw Weaver celebrations, too busy bouncing up and down with everyone else. Amazing day.
 
I was watching at my parents house, I was ill, and had started having tests for a brain tumour, like City I was really low at that time, but seeing us win gave me hope that I could fight back and also get back to where I once was.
 
Don't remember tbh.
Probably up to my tits in nappies and dad duties.

Not that I didn't care but the internet was in its infancy and I was out of the country so getting to watch the match was impossible for me anyway.
 
Left at 2-0 down with thousands of others, bins being kicked over in rage in the Wembley concourse. Half way down Wembley way a copper says it's 2-2 lads, cue a sprint back to the stadium and we get back in for most of extra time/pens. Crazy day!
 
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