The thing I remember most about the celebration is just thinking "what the fuck has just happened?". Didn't want the bairn to be upset if we lost, so I think I'd spent so long telling him it's just about the day out, we'll have a great time regardless of the result, just try to enjoy it because the lads have done mint to get here etc that I think I'd started writing it off myself. That was heightened by the way we started, the despair when I thought it was 2-0 and realised that the day would, after all, be complete shit if we lost. To suddenly, almost out of nowhere, turning it around and scoring with only a few minutes left. Alternated between jumping around, hugging everyone near me, and just putting my head in my hands shouting "what the fuck have we just done"