General 11 years ago today 16/5/21

Not as glorious as the Milk Cup Final though - did you not go? :p

My mate's old man ran the London Marathon before that and got in towards the end of the 1st half. He had a major cramp attack in the 2nd half which was a bit of a b****r when we scored and he hung on until the end before seeking some medical assistance. :)

The SCENES when we scored were awesome. Albeit the best SCENES I experienced (older and in the cheaper seats I think helped here) at the old Wembley was when Gazza scored vs Scotland and the following crowd surges across the whole of the bucket seats. The celebrating/crowd surges started with the Seaman penalty save and didn't stop until a couple of minutes after Gazza's goal.
 
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An OUFC Captain raising a major domestic trophy?

Not actually as important as the Play-Off win for the club but by Jove far more impressive for the club's history.

Absolutely.

But for the sheer excitement, release and celebration of a single moment, the 3rd goal against York....
 
Such a brilliant day out. We began drinking at about half 8, but somehow the nerves sobered me up by kick off and we could start again at full time.
 
Not as glorious as the Milk Cup Final though - did you not go? :p

Was born in 88 so unfortunately not. Went to a few games as a kid at the Manor in the late 90s but then started really going frequently when we moved to the kassam in 2001. You could say I've never known the club in as such a good position on and off the field as we are now.
 
My liver might well have recovered by now.
What a weekend.
Barely noticed it was raining!!
As a fan `86 edges it..... first Wembley trip & all that, but for reigniting the Club & that "moment" then the play off final is on a par.
Oxford United are back in the football league!

I never knew it rained until years after when someone mentioned it, yet I have pretty decent memories of the match despite being a combination of very drunk, very nervous/ecstatic for about 2/3 days, one of the best experiences of my life.

The Milk Cup final will always be one of my most special memories, went with my dad as a 7 year old and it was my first ever professional football game, it’s a memory I will cherish till I die.

Don’t really see the point in comparing them, they are were so far apart and most of us were in such different places in our lives that they really are incomparable, but you are allowed to have more than one happy day, so is a football club and even with a lower league football fans mentality of doom and gloom I say they were equal and let’s hope there are a few more to come before we all shuffle off to wherever we are all going.
 
I’d forgotten it was from their corner
It was Courtney Pitt who took the corner. Dreadful. Shanked it away from goal towards the edge of the box and Rhys Day got up like an absolute warrior to knock it down to Potter.

It’s why I won’t hear a bad word against CP. Club legend.
 
Was born in 88 so unfortunately not. Went to a few games as a kid at the Manor in the late 90s but then started really going frequently when we moved to the kassam in 2001. You could say I've never known the club in as such a good position on and off the field as we are now.
Same for me wasn’t born until
91 so the first memory I have of watching us at Wembley was 2010 I started that day hung over from night before on the way to the priory I was still drunk so I said to my old man I will have Coke but as we got closer to the pub the atmosphere took over and the rest they say is history 😁 great day tho hopefully we can have a new memory from this year
 
The gap between the second semi final and the final was 13 days - it was an excruciating wait. A mate and I went to watch Northampton v Bury on the Saturday between the two fixtures as a means of keeping the nerves at bay. We bumped into Chris Wilder at the game (there to support Alan Knill who was Bury manager at the time). He was calm as you like about the game albeit a bit weird.

What a day though. It’s easy to forget the game kicked off at 5pm as well. The whole day seemed to go on and on and on. The game seemed to take even longer. That Michael Rankine miss in the second half 😨.
 
I never knew it rained until years after when someone mentioned it, yet I have pretty decent memories of the match despite being a combination of very drunk, very nervous/ecstatic for about 2/3 days, one of the best experiences of my life.

From memory it was sunny in the morning in Oxfordshire as I can remember the convoy on the m40 of cars with oufc scarfs flying and the numerous coaches. I think it rained just before kick off and I got a feeling it stopped by the time we left the stadium for the drive home.
 
Yes mine too. The emotion finally getting back to where we needed to be was quite overwhelming and the way the goal was scored,time just stood still until Alfie buried it.
 
I was 15 at the time and suffering badly with depression. I think my family were all surprised when reclusive, moody teenager me asked to go to the game with them. Pretty sure we arrived at Wembley by like 10am and were waiting around outside for several hours which did my nerves no favours. Dropped a nearly full drink on the floor when the first goal went in. When the third went in it was like a huge weight was lifted - not just on OUFC but on life. For the first time in months I was genuinely, truly full of happiness and that feeling lasted for weeks in what was the darkest period of my personal life.

I had attempted suicide 3 times in the 6 months before the final. It didn't happen again after. That game didn't just save OUFC - it may well have saved me too.

Sorry to get so heavy on a Monday morning, that win means more to me than any other OUFC game.
 
I was 15 at the time and suffering badly with depression. I think my family were all surprised when reclusive, moody teenager me asked to go to the game with them. Pretty sure we arrived at Wembley by like 10am and were waiting around outside for several hours which did my nerves no favours. Dropped a nearly full drink on the floor when the first goal went in. When the third went in it was like a huge weight was lifted - not just on OUFC but on life. For the first time in months I was genuinely, truly full of happiness and that feeling lasted for weeks in what was the darkest period of my personal life.

I had attempted suicide 3 times in the 6 months before the final. It didn't happen again after. That game didn't just save OUFC - it may well have saved me too.

Sorry to get so heavy on a Monday morning, that win means more to me than any other OUFC game.
That’s deep man gosh I got goosebumps reading that I’m happy for you that that day has so many positives fair play
 
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