We were away with friends in their motorhome in Scotland around my wife's 50th birthday. At that particular juncture we were driving through Glencoe WITH NO FIRKIN RADIO RECEPTION AT ALL. When we got back in to civilisation the match was over and there were obvious noises of jubilant supporters in the background but it was ages before it became obvious who had won.
Remember having a burger in McDonalds before the game drinking red wine out of a can (friend was in the wine industry and it was a prototype that funnily enough never took off!) Sea of Bristol City red in the burger shop, with my group of 5 in blue!
And then literally coming around the corner walking into a sea of blue, our end of the ground. Great they've built this stonking stadium literally in the middle of the city!!
Pants game, good penalty, very insensitively stopped off in ROYAL Wootten Bassett on the way home and drank in a pub with another group of friends...……….who were ALL Swindon Town fans and were less than impressed how we'd 'robbed' them a few weeks earlier in the playoff game at Withdean
I was in the study of an apartment in Taipei City listening to the game over the internet and on NSC's old chat room. It was before I gave up smoking. Ciggies were so cheap in Taiwan it was practically compulsory TO smoke. I think I worked my way through half a pack of Marlboro and lots and lots of these bad boys
Well, it was a nervy evening. I think it was about 2am when it was finally decided that we were promoted and I was quite smashed.
The Swindon game was less fun. I was on a visa run in Hong Kong and the game was right in the middle of the night. I found an internet caff in the morning and just got the score with none of the drama
I was at uni in Bristol at the time so it was just a short hop over the Severn Bridge for me. It was a day that started with a hangover, brought on by a heavy session on the Friday with mates that had come up for the match. We got drinks bought for us a few Gas fans as I remember. Straight back on it the next day and ended up at The Academy back in Bristol for a big DnB night. Good times
At the very front of the upper tier on the 18 yard line. My lad was 5 and was drawing pictures of the game throughout. Stunning day and a hugely welcome Change to the events at Edgar Street 7 years before. Really did feel like we were going on the right direction. And it was the first time I’d seen us win in a big final after 3 Wembley blow outs
Managed to park at some multi-storey car park some distance from Millenium stadium along with hundreds of other Albion fans. Courtesy bus into Cardiff and marvelled at how on earth they managed to get such a stadium into it's location. Went to give out the tickets only to discover I'd left 'em in my car glovebox. Bugger! Frantic taxi ride back to parking to retrieve tickets,Hurrah! Crap game but ace day out.
I went with my mate Pete and we took all the family - 7 kids between us.plus the missus - great day.
Could have so easily gone wrong in the evening. We decided to go to a local Brewers Fare type pub for some scoff. We were all in full colours including face paint. I had to pop to the car [in the car park] as I needed something. Sat outside were a group of 6-7 Cardiff lads. One approached and asked; "You Brighton?" I could not deny, and was preparing for a possible shoeing. I said yes. To my surprised the lad said something like; "Fantastic result mate, thanks for beating that Bristol scum!". I suspect, had we been playing anyone else the outcome may have been a little different - phew!