I was behind the goal that day,, i remember the pass out wide, then in my mind all went in slow motion, quiet, like i was standing on my own, complete silence and i knew the ball was coming and where it would end up.. After that goal i don't remember what i did, where i ended up or how far i jumped, i was 18 with 20 mates, great time and is one of the best days of my life.. All around me was tears, shock as most fans still not really understanding what had just happened and that we had won..
My dad who had been a ST holder for 15 years gave me the one and only ticket that was allowed to us by the club, which brought mixed emotions for me.. So not spoke about all week, in a city and house that nothing else was talked about before that final was hard. Then came a phone call, my uncle who had more than a few contacts up north in football had 4 tickets in his hand and was driving down that night to hand them over... My dad then had to go to work at the jag on the Friday and pick 3 people to have them free....
Met my dad on Wembley Way walking out, chatted for 10 mins and ran off to the Euston, got home where the town was going nuts ,,,,the perfect end to a very unsure week of build up.