My stunned disbelief was instantly overwhelmed by the rush of unadulterated joy. Hoilettâs determination, Zamoraâs precisely placed shot, Grantâs despairing dive, the bulging of the net, they were all lost in a blur. As Zamora raced towards a section of QPR supporters, demolishing a corner flag on route, before being engulfed by his jubilant team mates, the eastern half of Wembley Stadium erupted. The tension which had dominated the previous 90 minutes was instantly expelled as the sea of blue and white celebrated with a thunderous roar. Isolated outbreaks of âPigbagâ were lost in the excitement before everyone came together to toast the goalscorer with chorus after chorus of âOh Bobby Zamoraâ. Voices were stronger than ever, hands were reaching for the heavens, flags were waved triumphantly, I had to pinch myself to check that I wasnât dreaming. No, this was real, this was Wembley Stadium, this was QPR.
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