I flew back from Paris for the weekend. I'd only been to about 6-7 games that season so had to call in favours - I managed to get tickets via a contact from Doncaster Rovers!
I went with a Leeds mate - we stayed with a mate in London (I'd stayed there for the Man U final too and lamented the day he subsequently moved) and the Leeds mate's siblings came round on the Saturday night so I was outnumbered. We had a great night and all got absolutely hammered. I felt like shit on the morning of the final. Our tickets were were low down to the right of the royal box, so on the side where our fans were, which was an upgrade on 1994 when I was isolated nearer the United end.
A fantastic day and a great weekend. To this day I can shut him up by singing Boom boom boom....
