I woke up so early for this game full of nerves, not sure I knew or met a single Spurs fan that thought we were going to win, but because it was them, everyone was also defiant and couldn't bring themselves to say we would lose. All the usual derby day feelings only ramped up x10!
Because it was at Wembley, because it was against them, then as it is still now, feels like the final. I was more nervous before and during this game than the final, I celebrated harder and longer too. The limbs with each goal were truly epic, by the time the game finished I had somehow travelled from almost the back of the Stadium to 10-20 rows from the front without having taken a single step!
It's odd, because as I type this the only memories I have of the final are those that came via the TV achieve and YouTube clips, no personal memories to define the game or day, whereas this game is seared on my brain, faces of people I don't know on the train and in the stadium. Lol think it took a lot out of me and left me empty for the final.