BY JAKE MANCER / @juniorgooner
It was a riveting League Cup run. We’d slaughtered the Spuds on their own turf, trampled Newcastle at St James Park, drifted past Wigan at the Emirates and fought hard over two-legs against Ipswich until “She Wore a Yellow Ribbon” again sounded out over North London.
Finally, the chance we'd been waiting for. Thirteen years after sealing the Double against Newcastle we were back in a Wembley final – and against an opponent, Birmingham City, who on paper should have been cannon fodder. We’d just beaten Barcelona at the Emirates, confidence couldn’t be higher.
But it was all too much…