Originally Posted by
Kind of Blue
Watched it in the London Welsh Centre, the atmosphere was like an away end in there that night. I didn’t celebrate Vokes’ header, I just stood there smiling and shaking my head. Those five minutes afterwards where you just knew we’d done it. God, what a feeling.
Called my dad outside, as people celebrated with passing cars beeping in acknowledgement. One of the first football games he took me to was against Romania in ‘93 (and we all know how that ended), the mix of emotions as we talked was a little overwhelming - euphoria, pride, nostalgia, sadness, etc.
If I could take one game of football with me when it’s my time to go it’s this. So glad that I got to witness it.