On the plane back home and still trying to process it all.
From a personal perspective hard for me to be upset....
Felt lucky enough to be there, to have attended a match in our last season at WHL, to have a family willing to let me take off for a week, a best mate who put me up, to be able to stand shoulder to shoulder with kindred spirits, to cheer on Danny as he raced down the wing, to sing and sing for Tottenham, to swell and moan with the crowd as Dele knocked the crossbar, to hold my breath at Vincent's penalty and then jump for joy, to watch Jan's header veer almost imperceptibly off target and rock the bar and another collective moan roars, to feel the game drawing to a final close and thinking to myself how I don't want any of it to end, to sing those last few times, knowing it's almost over, and then it is and then we are on our walk to Seven Sisters, just outside the stadium are five lads singing as they walk, hands up in the air, and I think to myself "So lucky.....so very very lucky." We merge into the crowd and it is getting dark. The singing dies quickly on the walk as people become purposeful and hurried on their way home but a brief rejoinder emerges from a group on our tube car, by the time we are ascending into Victoria station there is not even a hint of what has occurred, the connections have dissipated, the shared experience is now just mine, and people are all going about their lives and I am already trying to figure how to get back before I've even returned.
For me it was one point but it was magic.
COYS