Fourteen years ago today I woke up on the floor of a shared house in Harrow, north London, necked a bottle of cheap fizzy wine I was supposed to be saving for later that day, and, with a group of friends, made my way to Wembley to see Grimsby Town play Bournemouth in the Auto Windscreens Final.
It seems a rather trite thing to say, but it was one of the best, most memorable days of my life. When Wayne Burnett scored the goal below - a golden one in some many senses - 28,500 Grimsby Town fans lost themselves for good minute or so and went crackers. I've not felt like that a match since. I hope I feel like that watching Town again one day.