Due to Money issues, I don't really get the chance to go much these days, but my brother had to work last minute and I thought "fuck it, worth dipping into the overdraft for", so took his ticket.
Stood in the 207 on my own, but fucking hell, never felt alone the entire game. Everyone was up for it, everyone sung their hearts out. Kids stood on seats (I almost apologised to all the parents for my language at one point, til the kids piped up with worse
), arl fellas rolling back the years and loads of young lads absolutely belting it songs out time after time. Felt light headed after the celebrations for the first and it only got better. Watching the chip for Bobbys goal, you could feel everyone mentally trying to will the ball to curl enough to bounce in. As said by everyone else, bedlam after Manes rocket and again after Mo.
Those last ten minutes though. Fuck me. Almost had a heart attack when the header flashed wide at the end. Never felt a collective "phew" as it hit the side netting. Walked home after sitting down for ten minutes at the end and could hardly walk straight. Absolutely buzzing.
Only downside to the whole day was walking up breck road about 15 mins to the start of the game and seeing some poor sod with a huge bandage on his head and a pool of blood on the floor. God knows what happened to him hope he got stitched up in time to get in the game.
