10 years old and having never actually seen the blues play, this was the changing day in my life. awake at 4am looking at a 6 hour drive into london the tension began to mount, the walk up wembley way, the fans chanting. All looked like pipe dreams until kevin horlock popped up with an 18 yrd drive to drag a dull city side a little bit closer to the 1st division, 2 mins l8r time stopped, ecstacy began all around me. grown men crying, seats demolished paul dickov became the hero with the equalising goal to send us into a nail-biting shootout in which nicky weaver introduced himself as a city legend saving penalties galore. yes we had won, up and up, after that i knew i was a blue, always will be.