For a split second, I turned to my mate to ask him whether Crouch had scored and my mate wasn't there, he was 5 rows in front and a random stranger and I were jumping up and down like a couple of toddlers who have had too many "E's". The funniest thing was that we totally ruined Emirates Marketing Project's end of season presentation!
They got us back though, keeping us in the car park for nearly an hour after the whistle.
I was on the back row about 10 seats from the City fans and had this Irish guy next to me. When it got to stoppage time he keep tapping me on the shoulder literally every 10 seconds saying 'How long to go mate'
Normally it would have been slightly annoying, but not that night