At THAT moment where were you and what did you do????

[Spursmad321]

I was on a golf trip to Westport in Ireland with 12 others watching it in the hotel bar, I just ran towards the big screen and slid across the floor on my knees and got jump on be four other fellow yids!

COYS

To add to this in our party of 12 we had 3 gooners who all were cheering on Ajax, I can assure you we gave them plenty of stick at the finish, which went on to the early hours!!

 

[Dougal]

I had been in the Lake District for a few days and had just driven a long way home to Watford at 6pm, the only delay on the whole journey being half hour of traffic trying to get off the M1, 10 minutes from home. Kids had slept a lot of the way so it was going to be a nightmare getting them to bed. But that was the wife’s problem. Sat on my couch for most of the first half, pacing the floor after Moura’s quickfire double. On the floor for the winner. Let out a whimper of a ‘yes!’ on the final goal. Voice gone even though I hadn’t spoken all evening. My mother rang first. Texts flying back and forward to many. One WhatsApp message from the wife in answer to someone asking how I was. She replied she thought she could hear crying downstairs. Upstairs to the wife, ‘we did it, I have to go to Madrid’. She knew I did too. Joyous.

 

[Spurger King]

In a pub in Bristol. Roaring in celebration, followed by laughing, hugging, and dancing.

 

[robertgoulet]

I had just walked out of the bar so I could get out of there as soon as the whistle blew. Was standing out front (our bar has TVs outside on the patio for the smokers) watching with about 7 or 8 other of my friends.

Ball hit the back of the net and all I remember is my slow-motion reaching for the door handle to go back inside and the mayhem after the door swung open. I will remember that reach for the door handle forever. Such an odd detail that sticks out. Celebration vid below.

Celebration.

 

[TheChosenOne]

On my sofa, watching on my iPad.

I just burst into tears, blabbing like a loon. Couldn't speak - then more tears.

My Mrs thought I had finally gone doo lally tap.

 

[zepstar]

I was in a pub. I leapt up, screamed, shook my friend for what seemed like half a minute, took my shirt and jumper off, then swung it round the head. Then put it back on whilst hyperventilating, regulating my breathing and sobbing.

 

[pook]

I had to close the store that day (in the States, which meant kickoff was at 3pm), and wasn't able to get off work (I'd requested 1 June off months earlier just in case, but hadn't known whether we'd get the Tuesday or Wednesday for the semis [if we even got there], and found myself scheduled), no matter how I tried. I was due in at 3:30, so I was watching in a bar/restaurant right by the store and saw the first half hour with my mate Tyler (another yiddo). I had planned to call in late claiming a flat tire, or something, even though I knew they'd know it was a lie and I'd be in loads of trouble for it. But when Ziyech's went in, I figured it wasn't worth getting the sack to see us get hammered, so off to work I went.

**It's worth pointing out at this point that another part of the calculus was that if I left, it might very well mean I would miss one of the great moments of my life when we came back - which would not happen if I did not leave. You're welcome.**

Anyway, I'd been working a bit when I popped back into the office for something, and my phone went off. It was a text from Tyler saying nothing but 'LUCAS!'. I shot a quick text back saying, 'great … hope is the last thing I need right now'. And before I'd got back out onto the floor, it goes off again … 'LUCAS AGAIN!'. uh-oh. Now I've got to get back on the floor (where I cannot have my phone), knowing we're one goal away from a Champions League final, and utterly unable to monitor the progress. Or not quite. I manage a large bookshop, and we have kindle-like e-reading devices that have web browsers. So I brought up the match-tracker on one of the demos, in the hopes that I might catch the odd glance. But the demo logs out after a minute or so of disuse, and we were rather busy that night, so it became clear pretty quickly that I was just going to have to wait it out and find out when it was all over.

Looking at the clock, I could tell when it was getting close to full time, so I thought I'd go back and have a look. But customer after customer required help and I couldn't get back to the demo. About 5-10 minutes later, I thought to myself, 'it's got to be over now, there couldn't have been more injury time than this'. Right then I get a call on my store phone from Beth, my peer who was back in the office doing some clerical work. She says, 'your phone is blowing up - you've had, like, ten texts in the last minute - get back here and turn it off so I can get some work done'. 'Holy shit!', I'm thinking, 'it only takes one text to say "game over" … something else has happened!' So I run back to the demo, and I'm trying to bring up the web browser, and log on to espnfc.com … and my hands are shaking … and it's taking forever to load … and I can faintly hear the 'beep beep beep beeps' that keep coming on my phone back in the office … finally it comes up - 'Spurs complete stunning comeback in Amsterdam' …

So I'm basically running around the store, yelling 'we've done it!' at bewildered customers and the slightly-less-bewildered-because-they-know-me staff of subordinates who are all looking at me as if I've just gone off the ledge - but I'm the boss, so what are they gonna do? I wouldn't know the details until later, when I could read the match report; and I wouldn't see the highlights for hours. I hate that I missed it - that I didn't see this incredible moment in our history. But that minute or two when I knew that something had happened, but needed confirmation that it was what I hoped it was … that was a feeling I won't soon forget.

… and then getting the confirmation … special.

 

[hellava_tough]

I could have been trudging home from the pub after my mate asked if I wanted to go home at half time...

...but I didn't, and was jumping around like a lunatic in my local with another 50 Spurs fans when Moura's 3rd went in.

COYS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

PS Was sober as well

 

[MichaelPawson]

We've been very short-handed at work recently (couple of injuries and a medical emergency over the past 2 months), so I wasn't planning on getting to watch the game, but at the last minute I decided to leave early due to a "sore throat". Got back to my place and watched the first 85 or so minutes by myself on my computer in my bedroom. At 2-0 down, I texted my dad "Game over, that's a shame", but by the 55th minute, I was optimistic again in spite of myself. Only when Jan hit the crossbar did I think we were finished.

My roommate got back with about five minutes left of normal time, and seeing that I couldn't even sit straight in my chair I was so anxious, decided to watch for the last 12 or so minutes. He mostly follows the Bundesliga, but has a soft spot for Spurs, so we both freaked out when Lucas scored the winner. No tears, but a lot of shouting, mostly on my part. My voice was scratchy enough the next day that no one at work questioned the sick day.

 

[DiscoD1882]

I went full victor Meldrew. Nobody should go full victor Meldrew.

 

[mpickard2087]

Missed it. Was too busy pressing F5 in the ITK thread.

 

[doctor stefan Freud]

In Londis. Goosing Sue

 

[oskathegobshite]

I was in a dreadful sports bar in Blantyre, Malawi of all places with work.

The only person I could find to watch it with me was my colleague, a good guy but a gooner. I think the only other people in the pub were ropey brasses and their pimps.

I went totally mental and vaulted a staircase. I ran around aimlessly like a 5 year old at a wedding outside the pub then called my old man and had a little cry. Called all my pals in Amsterdam and generally shouted and sang for about an hour and a half.

Then I got really, really drunk. Had a flight to Maputo in Mozambique at 6am drank right through. Will remember that feeling for the rest of my life.

 

[nasescoba1985]

Was at work on nightshift watching on my iPad, building all to myself. We scored and I picked up the iPad ( for some reason ) and run screaming in each room. I pretty much fucking teleported. I eventually composed myself and put my iPad down watching nervously waiting for the final whistle. When that whistle went, I had genuine tears in my ears. Been waiting fucking years for us to get in this position. Called up all my family members, messaging my friends and even had a few Chelsea mates call me up to congratulate me felt like I just won the lottery

 

[gavspur]

I was rehearsing at Levon Helm’s barn in Woodstock NY, and I missed the end of the game by about 5mins. I knew we’d scored a goal as i had checked my phone earlier, but when I checked after I couldn’t believe it! Our singer is a Liverpool fan, so that made for an interesting evening.

 

[riggi]

Pub on the floor.

 

[scat1620]

I was typing and pressing send on the following bittersweetly-disappointed post:

Oh what could have been.

 

[tooey]

In the man cave with my best mate and fellow yid...drunk and high as fuck. I went so mental and screamed so loudly that I genuinely gave myself a pile which only left my anus around 3 days ago. It sounds like something somebody would say to be funny but it's 100% true.

 

[CoopsieDeadpool]

Spent the whole match In bed with it on TV whilst being on here, repeatedly posting dare to dream & telling everyone that we're going to the final & winning the CL.

 

[chinaman]

In the man cave with my best mate and fellow yid...drunk and high as fuck. I went so mental and screamed so loudly that I genuinely gave myself a pile which only left my anus around 3 days ago. It sounds like something somebody would say to be funny but it's 100% true.

Man cave? Is that in Break Back Mountain?