I was only 11 when we played Norwich in the Milk Cup final and we let that stupid bloody goal in I was a bit down in the dumps. Then.....a penalty was given. I was jumping round the room and dancing and it was my dad who tried to ruin the moment "he hasnt scored yet". Whatever, its a bloody penalty man, easy goal. Obviously the rest is history but that is why whenever we get a penalty I have very little confidence it will be scored. Last night...why isnt ki taking it, he scored the last one. Borini looks nervous. He will miss, heads will drop, disaster. BOOM roof of the net. Bit close to the bar for my liking but what a penalty. 2-1, great performance, every chance of getting back to wembley and maybe shutting the door on my league cup final nightmares!! (obviously clive walker will always be held in high regard given the match at Chelsea and the hat trick against UTD at Roker)
I was there as a 25 year old and has anyone told you about the atmosphere that day, about 5 times louder than a Derby game !, you were nearly deafened by the noise, so lets get to the 2014 final for more of the same. Clive walker was great up until the final.
I was there too & remember it vividly, I was also at the semi at the Bridge & I remember that for very different reasons!
Yeah I was there. Great day out superb atmosphere. Our fans were superb just like 1973. Pity about the result then the relegation. Time to put the nightmare of the result to bed
I was 21 (where the hell did those 28 years go to eh) and thought this is how it would always be from here on in, Cup Finals every few years. Tbf, we did get another one in 92 but its been 22 years since the last one, although there are two championship play off games chucked in for good measure. 1 bloody trophy in 77 years and the last one 41 years ago, is just ridiculous for a club of our size. Oh and the atmosphere in both those cup finals and the weekends in the Capital surrounding them? Unforgettable and life changing. I remember them (just) as if they were yesterday and even though we lost and pretty tamely on both occasions imo, they have been part of the fabric of the club all my life. I still go to the matches with the same lads as then and we all crave for one last shot at silverware before we shuffle off this mortal coil. Come on Gus and the lads, let us celebrate another Wembley final together. Is 2014 to be our year?
I was there too and my abiding memory was being stuck on the north circular road after the match totally surrounded by extremely happy Norwich fans who took the p1ss mercilessly, but in a nice way, totally different fans to the Liverpool scum after the 92 final, total knobends, and they havn't improved over time. Our team certainly know how to lift you up then knock you down, just hoping this will all end happily ever after this time.
I remember coming back from that game & a Norwich coach passed us & this bird had took her pants off & waved her Norwich knickers at us through the window. Coming back was certainly eventful, we stopped at a service station & I got on thr wrong bus. Ended up at Doxy Park, some kind person had took me in as I was so pissed.
Bob Murray already knew we were promoted whatever the result before the game. The bastard could have let us know as well mind as I was friggin gutted from another Wembley no show.
Thats correct mate at Mill Hill services. The Sega bus? **** me that was some weekend away kidda. Bus broke down going and was full of happy weed when the police pulled up on the hard shoulder - the bus actually caught fire bit you didn't know which smoke was which Lol; police were called to the hotel on the night before as the poor buggers in reception thought our 'loud discussions' about football meant we were all about to start scrapping; someone fell through a glass table; the rooms were fleeced for kettles and stuff and then the stop over at that club in Leicester on the Sunday night. Only 6 arrests were made that weekend at the game. 1 was a mate from Chester who was pissed out of his skull in the stadium and the other was on that bus on the Saturday night for fighting. Like I said, life changing but feckin brilliant. Lol
Well only got so far with them on the way back, lol. Can't even remember where we stopped but I'll tell you this, it's a ****ing weird feeling waking from a drunken stupor & you haven't a ****ing clue where you are. Fortunately, that was something I got to know well as the years passed.
I someone had a portable tv on the bus George my mate took it off him and took it back to the hotel.we had some drink them few days bloody hell.
