I'm going to take you all back to 19th May 1984.
We were overwhelming favourites, we went to Wembley to win, Watford went for a day out. At the time we had won nothing for 14 years since that wonderful team in 1970 had won the League by 9 points and worse we'd had to watch the RS win everything before them in that time.
To be honest, other than the goals I don't remember a huge amount of the game. Complete bedlam at the final whistle of course. Then the strangest thing happened between the Final whistle and Kevin Ratcliffe lifted the Cup. It was like time stood still. As the Blues climbed the steps everyone around me, me included are shouting "come on" as if those final seconds before lifting the Cup were the most unbearable of the 14 years that had preceded the moment.
Then the moment when Ratcliffe is handed the Cup, it went quiet, he paused and then lifts it - the whole place erupted, great scenes, the relief, the ecstasy, grown men crying, hugging strangers, leaping up and down, shouting complete nonsense.
Of course, we had several more occasions like that in the 80's and in 95, but nothing was ever like 84 for me. I'm only hoping our next trophy after considerably longer will be even better.