I got scared after the 2nd goal
I was jumping towards Whits as he was punching the air forwards. I thought for a 2nd I was going to jump right into his fist
Never a good thing! Although as Whits would say "I'm a lover not a fighter"
i punched the bloke in front of me

Bloke in front of me managed to clock his brother a pearler, then they agreed it was his brother's fault for having his head in the way when bloke in front stretched his arms out as part of the general "Come on" chanting. Such was the spirit of harmony spread and well-being spread by the glow of a 2-1 lead and them getting piss-wet through ... it's games like that where you think "I'm sure I've probably been more happy but I can't immediately remember when". Fucking love it.