Oh! The memories, I couldn’t make it to Wembley and I almost gave my wife, the cat and the dog heart attacks as I drunkenly fell off the sofa screaming.
Same here - don't think there was anyone in my street that didn't know something was going on, I was running around my garden screaming like a lunatic....by the time my pals came round to watch the Champions League final that night I was smashed, had downed two bottles of champagne and god knows what else. The hangover was well worth it though
I have to admit it was the only time I've been in tears at a game. You have the full gamut of emotions over the previous 89 mins and 49 secs before a total meltdown, never to be forgotten...
Seven years ago already. A day of mixed memories for me unfortunately. In the taxi to Luton Airport after the game, I got a text from my Dad congratulating me on the win and he said, "you're there, enjoy it". I did enjoy it, it was a fantastic day. When I arrived back in Dublin, I went straight to my Parent's house and my Old Man gave me a big hug. He was delighted for me. I was at the 1982 FA Cup Final and replay and the 1986 Milk Cup Final and to finally see us win at Wembley meant so much to all us fans. The huge emotional surge when we won to be replaced 5 days later by devastation when my Old Man took ill and passed away after being in a coma for 13 days. Bobby Zamora's goal was priceless and brought such joy. That final text from the old man a few days later is priceless to me also. Both still bring a tear to the eye.
7 years bloody hell, where did those years go? It was a hell of a long day leaving home around 2:30am to get the flight from Dublin to Gatwick arriving around 9ish. Meeting up with everyone from here who'd gone over on different flights as well as Norway who flew in from Oslo.......Breakfast, the train to Victoria and the underground to the pub north of Wembley that had been booked for drinks and a bit of grub.........Meeting all those kind souls who'd organised tickets for us...... The game was utterly forgettable for 89 minutes and then the roof was lifted, the noise as 40,000 plus R's just went wild......... It was around 1:30am when I finally got home absolutely knackered, with no voice but what a feeling......... Memories that will last a lifetime........
I think the goal was scored about four in the morning here woke up the entire house mrs kiwi wasn't best pleased
I was on a plane flying back from a weeks work in Japan. I spent a fortune on **** WiFi on the plane to try to watch/listen depending on what was working, all versions collapsed at the moment O’Neill got sent off, and I assumed the worst at that stage and gave up. As soon as I turned my phone on when we landed in Amsterdam to change plane I got a shedload of calls, the first to get through was a Gooner mate with the news. A little bittersweet to miss it, but I was able to leverage my membership to get tickets for a couple of people on here, though I can’t remember who they were now.
Yes Stan..... thank you, was it Dave who got your tickets?. I remember passing them over at Wembley Park Station. They had come up hundreds of miles and were so so grateful. My extra ticket went to a QPR fan in the village, who had been away on a gap year and came back early to watch the match on the TV... because he didn't think he would get a ticket. Soon after he decided to go back to a girl he met in Chile and marry her. Never seen him again.but I think he went away happy. There was such an outpouring of team spirit. Made me feel so proud of our silly little team
We've probably said this before but, after watching it again, I think that for Hoillet, all since forgiven!! Edit. Sins!
I couldn't stop crying after the final whistle. Not sure whether it was just the emotion or because I had been on the beer since breakfast or that when Bobby scored I was jumping around and got an elbow in the boat and only remembered it when a mate pointed out to me, ten minutes later, that I had a bruise the size of a tennis ball on my cheek bone. That was when my hangover started. What a day!
