4 years ago tonight - 18th March 2010 please log in to view this image link to pic: http://ts2.mm.bing.net/th?id=HN.608000063035150093&pid=15.1
In my car, sitting in a McDonald's car park eating my dinner having come back from a meeting in, of all places, Turin earlier in the evening. I parked on my drive and turned the engine off, got out and walked through the front door to be greeted by my son and Senora going absolutely crazy as Dempsey had just scored his wonder goal.
At home with the kids because Mrs Captain (who is a teacher) had to be out at a parents' evening. We (my eldest and me) had planned to watch the game together, but discovered - 10 minutes before kick off - that it wasn't on any channel that we had access to. My eldest watched the game that was on (Valencia vs someone or other, 4-4!) while I kept in touch with the Fulham game on the radio. I still remember my son's reaction when I ran in to the room to tell him that Dempsey had made it 4-1. Mrs Captain remembers stopping to get some food on the way home, and not being able to get out of the car because she was listening to the game. She isn't particularly a fan, but she knew how much it would mean to our eldest and couldn't tear herself away.
Goose bumps...I've been going to Fulham for 15 years with my old man. Apart from 75, he'd never seen anything like it. What a night that was on par with Pompey for me. Being at the game live then going home to watch the full 90 minutes on record. There was some fabulous commentary on ITV that night. Just seeing the replay at CC prior to game does me right up.
Home, petting my cat. Actually, I was sitting on my couch watching the game, swirling a glass of scotch in my hand.
Singing til the end in JH Stand, and pinching myself that it was not a dream. And don't even get me started about the [even better] fightback against Hamburg. COYW
At work for the first half an hour, then watching in the kitchen (on my laptop) for the second. Not going was my biggest regret of that year.
I was in the Johnny Haynes stand - Incredible night ! I remember a Radio 5 pundit saying that he was stuck in traffic on Putney Bridge and could hear the noise from the Cottage.
I couldn't get to the game unfortunately but listened to Gentleman Jim who was going properly mental on the commentary. Brilliant night. Mrs Craving isn't in to football so I got on her nerves dancing around the living room. I changed all my social media avatars to the image with the score line!
Here's the others as well. Apologies for the source but it was the best set of highlights of the goals I could find - [video=dailymotion;xco3bj]http://www.dailymotion.com/video/xco3bj_fulham-juventus-4-1_sport[/video] And to make up for that, some of own - [video=youtube;9lYhvtt3vTc]http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9lYhvtt3vTc&feature=player_detailpage[/video]
In the hammy end with a Liverpool mate who had taken the wife's ticket as she was sick, we then met a couple of good friends who live in Putney in the pub opposite Putney train station and all got royally pissed watching Liverpool beat Somebody in there uefa tie! great night
In the student union, as a lone Fulham fan laughing at all the busted accumulators! Fantastic night that i don't remember much of!
In the Putney end for a change. We normally sit in the Riverside stand, but as we were expecting to get stuffed and Putney seats were £10 cheaper - we couldn't justify the extra expense and invested the saving in beer. A bit like getting drunk at a funeral. We had a conversation about not going, but as we'd been to every single home Europa match, we reluctantly decided to go, not expecting much. We got hammered before the match, I drunkenly turned my ankle celebrating Dempsey's succulent chip - fortunately the alcohol masked any pain. I've never celebrated so much during and after a match! We carried on drinking up Putney high street, got the train back to our station and entered the nearest bar in our Fulham shirts. Random strangers were shaking our hands and congratulating us like we'd played in the match or something! At that point it sunk in that we had just witnessed something very special. I don't know what happened after that or how I got home. But I woke up the next day with a grin on my face and an incredibly painful, swollen purpley-black ankle! I wouldn't change a single thing about that day.
