Originally Posted by
Brin
CT, my good friend, what a captivating way you describe things. That was a total pleasure to read and see how your day started and eventually panned out.
Mine was a total spin to yours. I was in Benidorm of all places, as I had previously booked the holiday several months before as I did not envisage us getting to any Wembley final that season. DOH!
Having being thoroughly miserable the week previous to going, knowing full well we 'were' going to Wembley, I decided to pack my full Rotherham colours and wear them on the day.
I walk in a bar proudly showing my team's attire and get the odd glancing stare. At the time were several Chelsea, Man Utd shirt wearers but only my team colours matters. naturally, as the game commenced and progressed, the Chelsea fans were following the 'southern' club which shouts of joy when they Leyton, bagged their two goals. A few mumours/low whispers of encouragement came from the Man
Utd fans.
I was not downhearted even at half time as we sat there losing 2-0. My blades mate who had accompanied me to Spain suggested we retire by our poolside at the hotel, as we were never going to come back from being 2-0 down at half time as no team ever had at Wembley. My quote to him. ' You obviously don't know Steve Evans then!' and we stayed.
Bang! first goal scored to Revs. As for the second goal, I kid you not I transformed into a Tasmanian devil, running around the bar like a total lunatic. screaming, shouting, dropping to my knees with clenched fists, rising and running around again. the bar staff were all cheering me on, my Blades mate sat with his mouth open having just witnessed the superb Alex Revell goal.
I shouted across to the Chelsea fans, in my semi drunken state, 'It's all gone quiet over there, yes it's all gone quite over there'....rather a stupid thing to do but they took it all as banter. Cue the penalty shoot out.....when Collin saved that spot kick I went absolutely stark raving bonkers, akin to my last parade where Revs equalised.
My mate's trying to calm me down but, no chance, we had overcome a 2-0 deficit and now WE were going up, 'I say we are going up, we are going up' I screamed out for I don't know how long. Eventually, I got a semi grip of my senses as I attempted to gulp a mouthful of beer down to celebrate!
On my way out I was asked by a Hull City fan, if I was a real Rotherham United supporter! Dressed in all my full kit, including socks, I replied. 'No pal I've just bought it today to support the under dog in the final!' and staggered off with my mate to complete more celebrations by the pool. What a great day, even if I wasn't at Wembley in person to share all the great feeling with the rest of our fans.