Happy Istanbul day!
Watching old videos on youtube, reading these stories... I'm getting a bit emotional!
I remember watching the game in the union bar at UEA. Obviously deflated at half time. Can't remember if I phoned him or if he phoned me, but my brother was winding me up at half time. All I said was words to the effect of "We came from 2 down to beat Fulham, so we can do it here too". More in jest than anything; but in a way, my usual ultra-pessimistic attitude towards football matches paid off in that 15 minutes. I know if we were winning 3-0 at HT, i'd never have let myself get ahead of myself as there's still plenty of time to screw things up. And in that moment, the shoe was on the foot. We were down, but not out, and with half the game left there's always a chance, no matter how slight.
As the Gerrard goal went in I was happy because at least we had registered. When Smicer scored... Christ, it was a wonderful, wonderful moment. The sort of moment where the stars align and you believe anything can happen. The penalty, the equaliser... A bit of a haze, but I remember now s**ting myself, because we now had something to lose again!
The rest of the action was exhausting, when Shevchenko had his header and rebound saved it was all in slow motion, I had resigned myself to them scoring twice, but it just never happened. The penalty shoot-out was almost regulation. There are no words to describe that game of football. "Unbelievable", "Incredible"... They don't seem to hit the spot. It was a genuinely magical event.