Funnily enough, emotion-wise, all I recall from the day was an overiding sense of justice being done. It was quite a numb sensation to be honest.
Three years earlier I remember standing in more or less the same Wembley spot and crying my eyes out with joy at the final whistle - I was only 13 and being a Londoner I had put up with so much shit from the locals about my allegiance to Town from as far back as I could remember. To have it all taken away from me (a week or so later)at that age was devastating - literally broke my heart hearing Hodgetts break the news (my uncle playing the radio feed down the phone to my disbelieving ears).
Another thing I remember was picking this kid up to shoulder height (he must have only been about five and his guardian that day clearly didn't care too much about whether he saw the action.) so he could watch the Bodin penalty. I vividly recall saying to him "watch this kid - don't ever forget what you are about to see. This is a magical moment..." Next thing, the ball hits the bottom corner, I ditch the kid and bundle my uncle! Beautiful!! I've often wondered what happened to that kid - whether he still supports Town etc.
Good God, I'm excited about today!
Come on fellas - down let us down. Swindon expects!
