please god post some pictures up!!!.....any1 who was there i wanna see ur pictures of that night!!!...stretty said:I was one of the fortunate one to be there , it was the greatest day of my life and i thought it would be all down hill after that night , but united hust keep moving on .
I had booked my flight straight after he semi but had no ticket , i managed to get one 2 minutes before the start from a tout for Â£100 , the ton i have ever spent.
My lucky brother got in free and jibbed in.
It is my most treasured photo in the nou camp just after we won
What a story !nkapoor777 said:Well I was supposedly preparing for my Graduation examinations which were scheduled the very next morning. For the benefit of all, I am based in India which meant the exam was to start at 9:00 AM the next morning and the game was scheduled for 12:15 AM in the night.
I was hoping and praying that we would win it in normal time and not go to extra time or penalties. You see, it would have saved me atleast an hour for that. But as it turned out, my Dad imposed a strict curfew and ordered me to go the basement to study and then straight to bed once I was finished for the night. Being the creep I am, I sneaked into the living room once he was off to bed, and watched the entire game on television. Imagine my situation, one eye on the game and one on the door to see if Dad would walk in and catch me.
I remember sulking for the entire game after the goal by Basler in the sixth minute but never giving up the hope in true United spirit, the tension of Dad catching me, and the exam the next morning. Well to tell you the truth, not even once during the game, did I think about my exam the next morning. It just ceased to exist in my memory.
Well, for the entire game, I managed somehow to avoid getting caught. I even managed to keep quiet when Teddy scored, but all hell broke loose once Ole poked the ball in the net. I was screaming like mad, and no wonder, Dad was standing on my head in a matter of seconds. But did I care, not even a bit? I didn't care about what Dad would say or do to me. I had reached the promised land, and nothing else mattered.
I could not sleep the entire night, just revelling in the glory and pride in the team's achievement. The Treble had happened, no one gave us a chance. I think the odds were something like 80:1 at the start of the season, but it had happened.
And, to end it all, I will state the obvious. I really had a torrid time writing the exam. Even while I was writing, Ole's strike and the moment we lifted the cup was being replayed again and again in my head. But I am not complaining, am I?