I had tears in my eyes after the semi-final shoot-out listening to your commentary (at 1am in a hotel bar in Crete) but on Sunday afternoon I was remarkable composed.
I've just listened to these highlights and I've got moist cheeks again ... bastards!
Enjoy your summer off boys and carry you on next season!
Josh Cullen had 3 choices in that split second before the cross. 1. Slip the ball back to Williams who was causing their defenders grief. This was the easy option. 2. Slip the ball back to Aribo who was in the box and let his magic feet do some damage. 3. Or swing the ball to the back post where both BFG and Pearce were loitering with intent.
The reason Cullen is attached to a Prem club is he chose the correct option number 3. Bizarrely he hadn't made the most of his crossing until that final moment
Josh Cullen had 3 choices in that split second before the cross. 1. Slip the ball back to Williams who was causing their defenders grief. This was the easy option. 2. Slip the ball back to Aribo who was in the box and let his magic feet do some damage. 3. Or swing the ball to the back post where both BFG and Pearce were loitering with intent.
The reason Cullen is attached to a Prem club is he chose the correct option number 3. Bizarrely he hadn't made the most of his crossing until that final moment
Very true. Several of my Prem supporting friends have told me they wouldn't mind their clubs snapping him up. Would be nice if we could keep him on loan next season too.
cullen is a west ham player - so his future is nothing to do with us unforunately, makes me laugh search josh cullen on google and the 1st headline is "well done you now have earned a spot at west ham" that is only thing with us where we have a few loanees in its always going to happen they play well but then they get taken back.
cullen is a west ham player - so his future is nothing to do with us unforunately, makes me laugh search josh cullen on google and the 1st headline is "well done you now have earned a spot at west ham" that is only thing with us where we have a few loanees in its always going to happen they play well but then they get taken back.
Bit like Parker when he went Norwich, just comes with the territory.
Sunday just confirmed what I already knew, my emotions & reaction when Bauer scored that goal dwarfed anything that I have ever experienced supporting England. Of course I wanted to win the World Cup but if you offered me Sunday's game or England winning the World Cup, i'd choose Sunday every time. Charlton first always COYR!!
Still can't stop watching vids of the winner....hearing it with Charlton commentary makes it even better (love the passion and joy, great stuff). I just want to keep revisiting that golden moment when myself and everyone else around me went absolutely batshit mental....I was jumping up and down like a loon, hugging everyone in sight and screaming wildly; although nothing came out because I'd completely lost my voice by that point!
Life is about moments like these. Thanks LB, JJ and the team, squad and staff for making one of the sweetest I could ever hope for!
Sunday just confirmed what I already knew, my emotions & reaction when Bauer scored that goal dwarfed anything that I have ever experienced supporting England. Of course I wanted to win the World Cup but if you offered me Sunday's game or England winning the World Cup, i'd choose Sunday every time. Charlton first always COYR!!
1 million per cent. I was at the Colombia game last year and as great as it was, that didn't even get close to emulating the feeling of the Donny shoot-out, let alone what happened on Sunday!
Ive been boycotting for two years because of this owner and there has been no club to 'belong' too, until the now legend that is Lee Bowyer took over, I got hold of a ticket for the semi final against Donny and realised that Lee Bowyer and JJ have created that togetherness that we as 'supporters' have been craving.
What a night that was, and the togetherness showed, within the team and management and the team and supporters, which is one of the main reasons I have supported Charlton for over 45 years.
So we couldn't miss going to Wembley, I missed the 98 play offs because I was looking after my three very young boys, so couldn't go.
May 26th dawned and we were up early, GreenieJnr went at silly o'clock to meet his mates at the Green Man. Myself and middle lad, got the train, from Dartford to London Bridge, nice to see and chat to some old faces I'd not seen for a couple of years, many in the same boat as myself.
Met my Charlton brother and his Missus and my West Ham brother (Helmet) came along with his 12 year old son who told me he supported Man City?
Straight into Box Park, beers, beers and more Beers, stuffed some grub down my neck and about 2.15 headed up The Way.
Took my seat behind the goal to the right 20 rows up from pitch side I guess.
Mightily impressed with the new Wembley stadium.
Greenie Jnr limps towards his seat, he tripped and turned his ankle as he got in ground. It dont look good, swollen to twice the size and gone a very nice Charlton red for the occasion.
What an atmosphere, the semi final at the Valley was superb, but this was on a different level....well done every one of you.
3pm, kick off...thunderous noise....3.05 pm, the biggest WTF moment I have ever witnessed on a football pitch, did that really happen and all in slow motion? I said to anybody who would listen, were gonna do them 2-1.
Greenie jnr in agony from ankle, so goes to see First Aiders, hes gone for a while, the strap it up and ice it, not broken, badly sprained and ligament damage.
More noise, even more noise, we never gave up, and neither did our team, the Bowyer effect is contagious to the team and fans, and this is why we need an owner to buy the club and also buy into the emotion of our great football club.
3.35pm - in it goes following some really nice interplay....BEDLAM absolute BEDLAM. Greenie jnr still at first aid.
Second half kicks off. Greenie Jnr back now. More noise, more mayhem, the players are being carried on a wave of noise, surely we wont fail today, today must be our day.
Its mostly us, Lee B makes some astute subs, Pratly off (superb display, roughed them up all game) Jonny Williams arrival popped us into top gear and off he went at them for the remainder of the match. They didn't like him running at them, Josh got more space, as did Taylor.
Time ticks on, surely its extra time,....then it happened....that thing that no Charlton fan who was there will ever forget, again great interplay with Joe and Cullen (MOM), over it goes, the BFG heads it down, shit its saved, then he toe pokes it in from 6 yards.......then 2 years of frustratingly watching Jeff Stelling on a Saturday afternoon with all the frustrations that happen when you can't do something you have been doing for decades are released into a plethora of sheer unbridled joy, noise and madness, on the seats jumping up and down, kissed and hugged by so many people all experiencing the biggest high ever. Checked the ref and lino....it has really happened....it has really happened.
THE FINAL WHISTLE. We are going up, against all the odds and against a man who is worth a billon euros who has single handedly tried to wreck our club, we are going up, they did it. They only went and did it. We love you Charlton, we do.
It shows you cant buy class no much how much you have in the bank.
I watched the lads and manager lift the cup at Wembley, on what would have been my dads 82nd birthday........this is why we go to football and why we support a proper football club, the togetherness, the community the spirit and occasionally something like this happens to us, the collective US.
Men were made great today and they play in Red and White.
*A small footnote to end a long post....I had a few celebratory Beers back at box park, the boys stayed on, so I walked back down the Way on my own, hopped on the tube to Victoria, chatted to many Addicks, got the train to Borough Green, got off no taxis, my Mrs was drinking so couldn't come and get me, so I walked 4.5 miles home to Vigo its all uphill, along dark, unlit, country lanes, as soon as a car came along I had to duck into hedges, then carry on walking, it took me over an hour, but I didn't really walk, I floated along, it didn't matter because we went to Wembley and we won our Charlton back.
COYRs
Floated along? You sure you're not a Vampire Greenie?
cullen is a west ham player - so his future is nothing to do with us unforunately, makes me laugh search josh cullen on google and the 1st headline is "well done you now have earned a spot at west ham" that is only thing with us where we have a few loanees in its always going to happen they play well but then they get taken back.
No different to just about all teams in the EFL though. Yesterday's match between Villa and Derby had several loanees playing who will go back
”I wouldn’t be surprised if some of the Championship clubs had a say in how this game went to be honest. Let’s face it who is going to be the bigger threat to them next season, us or little old Charlton?
Any Championship club would much rather have Charlton, Bransley and Luton up as cannon fodder than genuine title contenders like us.“
I imagine the Championship was quite pleased to have Sunderland last season, when they probably considered themselves "genuine title contenders" after their relegation from the Premier League and, playing like they did yesterday (and the last two/three months of the season), they'd have been happy to have them again next season.
Instead, Division Two has to worry about Lord Bowyer.
Be afraid, Championship, be very afraid. Lord Bowyer is coming for you.
I have been a the Valley when the crowd was between forty and fifty thousand, and the 1998 play offs, but can never remember an atmosphere like the other Friday night, or on Sunday afternoon. Just something so special. The" Idiot" doesn't realise what a jewel he has got.
Thanks everyone for sharing your experiences of the day. I know that's what happens on a forum, but it's been great to read thoughts from people who have their own experiences of (perhaps) the most special day of my life so far. I've loved reading through all of the comments (although I haven't got any work done all day!).
I don't think my words can do it justice, except to say that it was an incredibly special day and one that I'll cherish and treasure for as long as I live.@jimmymelrose , I think you have been mentioned on Sunderland's 'Ready to Go' forum. Someone was talking about how one of our fans stopped after the game to console their son. I feel really proud of this club and privileged to have shared in such an incredible day with some amazing people.
I brought my wife along, as I wanted her to see why this club means so much to me and countless others. She said that she'd tried to hug me when the winner went in and that I almost knocked her over. She wisely stepped back. I have no recollection of this whatsoever and can only recall looking briefly looking towards my group before being pulled into a bundle and embracing complete strangers as if they were long lost brothers. That was an incredible moment and I'm sure it'll be one of, if not the enduring memory for me when I look back over my time supporting this club in the years and decades ahead.
I really want to watch the full game over, as I cannot remember anything about the entire second half. It's all a blur.
Have any of you been wearing Charlton colours when out and about? My wife ran the 10k in central London yesterday. I had so many people congratulate me on the game, including a guy who was running the 10k. He came over to me during the run, shook my hand and said, "Congratulations for yesterday, from a Crystal Palace fan", before jogging off. After that, literally about five people congratulated me. My wife was stood next to me, with her medal around her neck, having just run 10 kilometers and I was he one who was being congratulated. Felt a bit bad for her. Just a bit.
Won’t ever ever ever get bored of watching that winner. Just remembering that feeling is the best thing ever, my favourite moment in following football.
Got the biggest bruise on the back of my thigh from banging into the seats, but I’m wearing it as a badge of honour today at work.
Think this will load, but it’s probably sideways. anyway, it’s Lee Cattermole’s reaction to the own goal. While the other players celebrate, he looks as shocked and dismayed as the rest of us
perfect symmetry: First game of the season.. we lose 2-1 at S O L to a 94th minute goal .. Last game of the season .. we win at Wembley 2-1 to a 94th minute goal
Huge thanks to our loanees: Purrington (goal scorer extrarordinaire), Cullen and Bielik .. the last two would have been very worthy players of the season (and the last few seasons) other than for Taylor's sublime all round form .. all three would be welcomed back to the Valley as our players ANYtime
A place in the CAFC House of Lords for Mr Lee Bowyer and Mr John Jackson .. please take your ermine cloaks and golden thrones and be seated alongside Lords Llewellyn and Mendonca
I have been boycotting for the reasons we know. I did go to the semi final. I saw for myself the resilience of the team created by Bow and Jacko. I thought that was a special night. The trauma of the shoot out. Shades of 1998.
I set off from Norwich to drive to my sister in laws in Orpington. My wife dropped me off. I got the 12.40 to London Bridge. It was a lively tube journey and then out and down Wembley Way. My first visit to Wembley since 1998.
Got to my seat in 544 around 2. The atmosphere built then to kick off.
I am such a pessimist I was mulling over when I would leave if we were losing badly.
Stunned at Dillon's mistake. I wondered for a second if there had been some infringement given what seemed to be half hearted celebrations from the Mackems. No it was a goal.
I sat there transfixed. I mulled over whether I would leave before half time. I decided I would if they got a second. The team seemed as shell shocked as me. We could have folded in the next 15 minutes or so. Dillon's save from Leadbitter for me was the turning point. We weren't going buckle and little by little we grew into the game.
The equaliser came just at the right moment. Having seen it again from the highlights it really was a high class move. In the ground it was just "thank heavens for that" moment.
Half time came and went. The game was pretty even but they looked slightly less leggy than us as we started to drop off. For me the turning points were the introduction of Williams who just changed the dynamic of the game and McGeady who didn't.
There were really no clear cut chances for either but as the clock ticked round to 90 minutes I just felt we had the edge.
4 minutes of injury time. A couple of forays forward. Finally in went the cross. Oh oh oh my God!! Utter bedlam, absolute scenes. Jacko running down the sideline, pandemonium. We were rocking. I had no idea how close it was to the end. Kick off, punt up field, headed back and then the whistle went. Unbelievable Jeff! Jumping, hugging strangers, screaming, it was madness. At that moment I remembered 1998, then I was hugging my Dad, we were both crying. I look up to sky I wished with all the world that he was here beside me. "We've done it Dad, we've only f*cking done it". Then the tears came.
After the celebrations I made my way slowly back to the station. My back was killing me, there were quite a few more pounds for me to carry since 98. Into the station those of us old enough were singing "super Clive Mendonca" and "cheer up Peter Reid". Was it really 21 years ago?
We have our Charlton back. Now come on Roland, get it sorted.
I do know what you mean about us starting to look leggier at that stage, but I think we showed at the end that we both had tired players and fresher players and that was a bit misleading. If you look at our goal, tired foul on Parker, Let us take it to their area without enough challenge and a free man at the back post. All signs of tiredness.
Thanks everyone for sharing your experiences of the day. I know that's what happens on a forum, but it's been great to read thoughts from people who have their own experiences of (perhaps) the most special day of my life so far. I've loved reading through all of the comments (although I haven't got any work done all day!).
I don't think my words can do it justice, except to say that it was an incredibly special day and one that I'll cherish and treasure for as long as I live.@jimmymelrose , I think you have been mentioned on Sunderland's 'Ready to Go' forum. Someone was talking about how one of our fans stopped after the game to console their son. I feel really proud of this club and privileged to have shared in such an incredible day with some amazing people.
I brought my wife along, as I wanted her to see why this club means so much to me and countless others. She said that she'd tried to hug me when the winner went in and that I almost knocked her over. She wisely stepped back. I have no recollection of this whatsoever and can only recall looking briefly looking towards my group before being pulled into a bundle and embracing complete strangers as if they were long lost brothers. That was an incredible moment and I'm sure it'll be one of, if not the enduring memory for me when I look back over my time supporting this club in the years and decades ahead.
I really want to watch the full game over, as I cannot remember anything about the entire second half. It's all a blur.
Have any of you been wearing Charlton colours when out and about? My wife ran the 10k in central London yesterday. I had so many people congratulate me on the game, including a guy who was running the 10k. He came over to me during the run, shook my hand and said, "Congratulations for yesterday, from a Crystal Palace fan", before jogging off. After that, literally about five people congratulated me. My wife was stood next to me, with her medal around her neck, having just run 10 kilometers and I was he one who was being congratulated. Felt a bit bad for her. Just a bit.
I met my wife in December 98. I shared our last play off victory with my brother. I took her to Charlton on dates as she had to know what she was in for. She enjoyed the atmosphere and came to quite a lot of games and shared some of our premiership classics - we all know what they were. My son was born in 2001 and he was a mascot in our relegation season, but there hasn't been much for him to enjoy bar our League One winning season and the season after to a certain extent.
The Valley against Hartlepool was a special day, but we had already won the league. I tried to explain to him what a rocking Valley was like. I suspect he thought I had just dreamed it until a Friday night against Doncaster. It was great to share that with him.
On Sunday, I was able to share the day with my wife and son, as well as my brother again and his partner. It was better for it. We had a KFC before the 98 game, so that was the required meal on Sunday. Then it was a case of getting into the ground and enjoy the atmosphere in the fan zone. I spent some time with my own thoughts taking in what was happening around me. Then with about 45 minutes until kick off, it was time to take our seats. The new Wembley is a terrific stadium. I was worried my seats were too high up, but the view was terrific.
Watching so many Charlton fans there was amazing. I mentioned to my brother a game the season before last where he left before half time even though we were winning one nil. He was upset that the football was so bad and the atmosphere was so dead. I stuck it out with my son, but I completely understood why he did it. How could that change to this?
I enjoyed every minute of being in the stadium and even when we went behind, I felt we would equalise in the half and win the second. I was amazingly calm. I was waiting for us to step up a gear. A gear I knew we had that they didn't. We didn't really do that, as we didn't at the Valley just over a week earlier, but knowing it was there helped me stay calm. Nerves only really started to kick in with 10 to go. It felt like if a team scored at that point, they would win. They looked like they might be a bit fresher, but no they weren't. With four minutes added time, my only thoughts were could we win it and stop it going to extra time. I just didn't see them winning it.
I am saying what I felt, not that it was logical to feel that way. My wife was getting very nervous and I had a picture of Taylor missing a pen flashing into my head. Parker, who I thought was brilliant at the death won that free-kick. Get it in, buy a ticket I was saying. Aribo and Cullen shared passes on the edge of the box, buy a bloody ticket! That feeling when the ball went in, well it lasts a few seconds but that is Euphoria. Unadulterated Euphoria. Followed by a sustained period of complete ecstasy!
One of the hardest things to do is leave the ground. Can this moment last a moment longer? But there is a time when you have to go. Smiling and elated. We all went and had a drink and a bite to eat and allowed ourselves to acclimatise to reality again. A reality that seemed, and still does, just a bit better than the one before it.
There was time to be greeted by a Sunderland fan, with the words, 'enjoy relegation from the Championship next season'. I am a better winner than loser, and smiled, and promised him we would do our best to!
I am still walking on air. Watching Bauer's goal again reminds me of that Euphoric moment. I shared that with the ones I love. I thought I might not ever be able to, but nobody will ever be able to take that away from me. Whatever happens next!
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Thats the way to deal with these freak things.
Facial feminisation surgery not usually the last job but each to his own.
All I can say is well done Terry and Greg.
I had tears in my eyes after the semi-final shoot-out listening to your commentary (at 1am in a hotel bar in Crete) but on Sunday afternoon I was remarkable composed.
I've just listened to these highlights and I've got moist cheeks again ... bastards!
Enjoy your summer off boys and carry you on next season!
1. Slip the ball back to Williams who was causing their defenders grief. This was the easy option.
2. Slip the ball back to Aribo who was in the box and let his magic feet do some damage.
3. Or swing the ball to the back post where both BFG and Pearce were loitering with intent.
The reason Cullen is attached to a Prem club is he chose the correct option number 3. Bizarrely he hadn't made the most of his crossing until that final moment
A day I will never forget. So proud of the players,staff and of course the supporters. What an incredible football club we have
#cafc
Life is about moments like these. Thanks LB, JJ and the team, squad and staff for making one of the sweetest I could ever hope for!
Instead, Division Two has to worry about Lord Bowyer.
Be afraid, Championship, be very afraid. Lord Bowyer is coming for you.
I don't think my words can do it justice, except to say that it was an incredibly special day and one that I'll cherish and treasure for as long as I live.@jimmymelrose , I think you have been mentioned on Sunderland's 'Ready to Go' forum. Someone was talking about how one of our fans stopped after the game to console their son. I feel really proud of this club and privileged to have shared in such an incredible day with some amazing people.
I brought my wife along, as I wanted her to see why this club means so much to me and countless others. She said that she'd tried to hug me when the winner went in and that I almost knocked her over. She wisely stepped back. I have no recollection of this whatsoever and can only recall looking briefly looking towards my group before being pulled into a bundle and embracing complete strangers as if they were long lost brothers. That was an incredible moment and I'm sure it'll be one of, if not the enduring memory for me when I look back over my time supporting this club in the years and decades ahead.
I really want to watch the full game over, as I cannot remember anything about the entire second half. It's all a blur.
Have any of you been wearing Charlton colours when out and about? My wife ran the 10k in central London yesterday. I had so many people congratulate me on the game, including a guy who was running the 10k. He came over to me during the run, shook my hand and said, "Congratulations for yesterday, from a Crystal Palace fan", before jogging off. After that, literally about five people congratulated me. My wife was stood next to me, with her medal around her neck, having just run 10 kilometers and I was he one who was being congratulated. Felt a bit bad for her. Just a bit.
Got the biggest bruise on the back of my thigh from banging into the seats, but I’m wearing it as a badge of honour today at work.
What a day.
Huge thanks to our loanees: Purrington (goal scorer extrarordinaire), Cullen and Bielik .. the last two would have been very worthy players of the season (and the last few seasons) other than for Taylor's sublime all round form .. all three would be welcomed back to the Valley as our players ANYtime
A place in the CAFC House of Lords for Mr Lee Bowyer and Mr John Jackson .. please take your ermine cloaks and golden thrones and be seated alongside Lords Llewellyn and Mendonca
Next, to the Championship, onwards and upwards
I have been boycotting for the reasons we know. I did go to the semi final. I saw for myself the resilience of the team created by Bow and Jacko. I thought that was a special night. The trauma of the shoot out. Shades of 1998.
I set off from Norwich to drive to my sister in laws in Orpington. My wife dropped me off. I got the 12.40 to London Bridge. It was a lively tube journey and then out and down Wembley Way. My first visit to Wembley since 1998.
Got to my seat in 544 around 2. The atmosphere built then to kick off.
I am such a pessimist I was mulling over when I would leave if we were losing badly.
Stunned at Dillon's mistake. I wondered for a second if there had been some infringement given what seemed to be half hearted celebrations from the Mackems. No it was a goal.
I sat there transfixed. I mulled over whether I would leave before half time. I decided I would if they got a second. The team seemed as shell shocked as me. We could have folded in the next 15 minutes or so. Dillon's save from Leadbitter for me was the turning point. We weren't going buckle and little by little we grew into the game.
The equaliser came just at the right moment. Having seen it again from the highlights it really was a high class move. In the ground it was just "thank heavens for that" moment.
Half time came and went. The game was pretty even but they looked slightly less leggy than us as we started to drop off. For me the turning points were the introduction of Williams who just changed the dynamic of the game and McGeady who didn't.
There were really no clear cut chances for either but as the clock ticked round to 90 minutes I just felt we had the edge.
4 minutes of injury time. A couple of forays forward. Finally in went the cross. Oh oh oh my God!! Utter bedlam, absolute scenes. Jacko running down the sideline, pandemonium. We were rocking. I had no idea how close it was to the end. Kick off, punt up field, headed back and then the whistle went. Unbelievable Jeff! Jumping, hugging strangers, screaming, it was madness. At that moment I remembered 1998, then I was hugging my Dad, we were both crying. I look up to sky I wished with all the world that he was here beside me. "We've done it Dad, we've only f*cking done it". Then the tears came.
After the celebrations I made my way slowly back to the station. My back was killing me, there were quite a few more pounds for me to carry since 98. Into the station those of us old enough were singing "super Clive Mendonca" and "cheer up Peter Reid". Was it really 21 years ago?
We have our Charlton back. Now come on Roland, get it sorted.
What were the odds that all their back 4 would have stayed on the pitch for the extra half hour the way Jonny was running at them????
The Valley against Hartlepool was a special day, but we had already won the league. I tried to explain to him what a rocking Valley was like. I suspect he thought I had just dreamed it until a Friday night against Doncaster. It was great to share that with him.
On Sunday, I was able to share the day with my wife and son, as well as my brother again and his partner. It was better for it. We had a KFC before the 98 game, so that was the required meal on Sunday. Then it was a case of getting into the ground and enjoy the atmosphere in the fan zone. I spent some time with my own thoughts taking in what was happening around me. Then with about 45 minutes until kick off, it was time to take our seats. The new Wembley is a terrific stadium. I was worried my seats were too high up, but the view was terrific.
Watching so many Charlton fans there was amazing. I mentioned to my brother a game the season before last where he left before half time even though we were winning one nil. He was upset that the football was so bad and the atmosphere was so dead. I stuck it out with my son, but I completely understood why he did it. How could that change to this?
I enjoyed every minute of being in the stadium and even when we went behind, I felt we would equalise in the half and win the second. I was amazingly calm. I was waiting for us to step up a gear. A gear I knew we had that they didn't. We didn't really do that, as we didn't at the Valley just over a week earlier, but knowing it was there helped me stay calm. Nerves only really started to kick in with 10 to go. It felt like if a team scored at that point, they would win. They looked like they might be a bit fresher, but no they weren't. With four minutes added time, my only thoughts were could we win it and stop it going to extra time. I just didn't see them winning it.
I am saying what I felt, not that it was logical to feel that way. My wife was getting very nervous and I had a picture of Taylor missing a pen flashing into my head. Parker, who I thought was brilliant at the death won that free-kick. Get it in, buy a ticket I was saying. Aribo and Cullen shared passes on the edge of the box, buy a bloody ticket! That feeling when the ball went in, well it lasts a few seconds but that is Euphoria. Unadulterated Euphoria. Followed by a sustained period of complete ecstasy!
One of the hardest things to do is leave the ground. Can this moment last a moment longer? But there is a time when you have to go. Smiling and elated. We all went and had a drink and a bite to eat and allowed ourselves to acclimatise to reality again. A reality that seemed, and still does, just a bit better than the one before it.
There was time to be greeted by a Sunderland fan, with the words, 'enjoy relegation from the Championship next season'. I am a better winner than loser, and smiled, and promised him we would do our best to!
I am still walking on air. Watching Bauer's goal again reminds me of that Euphoric moment. I shared that with the ones I love. I thought I might not ever be able to, but nobody will ever be able to take that away from me. Whatever happens next!