Me too mate, only I was just 9. My dad and grandad took me. I was devastated when Richards scored for them late on - an absolute travesty given that we'd laid siege to their goal almost throughout. I had a proper paddy and ended up getting my legs slapped for good measure!
In terms of an absolute trough of despair though, nothing will ever beat how I felt when Fat Bob put Gillingham 2 up at Wembley. That felt like the end of the world, that it would never be our turn. Absolutely soul destroying.
Ooh and going back even further, I was in floods of tears when the BBC pulled the ECWC final against Gornik on the day of the game in order to show the Chelsea vs Leeds Cup Final replay instead. I think it might even have been my 6th birthday and I'd been as excited as an excited thing all day, looking forward to seeing us on the telly, and what I got instead was dirty Leeds and Ian Hutchinson's stupid long throw ins.
In terms of anger and being cheated I'd go with that ridiculous penalty decision at the Swamp in the Cup after Uwe had put us ahead. I was raging for days after that one
Yeah, I can see where you’re coming from with the Gillingham game.
I was absolutely devastated when the second went in and like 99.9% of Blues, thought it was all over. It was doubly disappointing for me, as the following season, I intended to have a season ticket for the first time.
However, what came next had no equal until 13 years later. The lad sat next to me just didn’t celebrate when SuperKev MkI scored.
I was the same. In fact I actually swore when Horlock scored, thinking it was typical "too little, too late" City. Partly because of that miserable starting mindset, Dickov's goal then took me to heights that I never dreamed were possible for a football fan to experience. In terms of the sheer mania of the celebration it still outranks the Aguerooooo moment for me
I was equally lucky. Clean break, didn’t go through the skin. 6 weeks in the full length cast and 6 more in a half length one. I was back playing again about 8 months later
I don't remember my feelings before Dickov scored so well as I recall the look on Our Kid's face: the utter misery on it still haunts me. Obviously we were ecstatic when Dickov scored but there was still a job to do and, with the pens etc, it was all a bit drawn out. When Sergio scored, that was it, we were champions and that topped everything; especially as I hadn't even got out of my seat when Dzeko scored.