With nothing much else going on Notts wise, it seems fitting to reminisce on that beautiful Wembley day.
I’m sure the game details have been poured over meticulously on here. But the emotion is something totally different to describe.
As Scott strode from the half way line for his penalty, I could feel my emotions heighten. The tears were swelling. My brother, not an overtly emotionally man, popped his sunglasses on (I knew what that meant) and my old man’s eyes were so wide as he looked on. As Scott spotted the ball and stepped back, I went. The tears came. Not uncontrollably, but they came. As Scott slotted his penalty in, I completely went. I grabbed (bear hugged) my brother and could feel him as emotional as me. Dad piled in from the other side and we were all in tears. That moment was pure bliss.
I’ve always wanted to see Notts win at Wembley with those two. A year ago today that was realised and it was even better than I could have imagined. Absolutely unreal.
I often wonder what people who don’t have football in there life miss because of that.
