- Jul 28, 2004
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Alone in my living room, wife had long since gone to bed, had believed we’d do it up until Llorente’s header looped over the bar. At that point all the tension in me dissipated and I was finally unwinding when Sissoko booted it forward. I fully expected the whistle, it didn’t come, somehow the ball ended up in front of Lucas and as his left footed shot went towards the corner it felt as if tome had slowed. I didn’t react straight away as I couldn’t quite tell what side of the post the ball had gone, and the BT camera man must’ve knocked his stands in disbelief as the picture seemed to switch to the fans. Then within seconds it was back on our celebrating players, and I realised. I jumped out of my seat, screamed in delight then realised it wasn’t quite the last kick, rang my father who was watching it from north London and we agonised together for those final moments.