bloody Volvo driver Coventry in the simod cup semi in March '88.
Twas a mates 21st that day so was in a night club in Birmingham. Phoned home from the club around 11.30, (one of those payphones on a wall with a canopy over the top) to be told we'd won and were going to Wembley.
In my excitement, I jumped up and knocked the canopy off the wall, swiftly followed by 3-4 burly Brummie bouncers showing me the quickest way out onto the street.
Nothing before or since has beaten the feeling at a sporting event ,knowing we were going to Wembley,as that one.