One of the great games, one that will live in legend. F!ck me we were poor in the first half, slow, pedestrian just nowhere near crisp enough and passing the ball to anyone but ourselves and when that penalty was saved I was resigned to another dismal defeat by the snuggest of the smug self-righteous but that second half is up there with the best.
(Reject to those on RAWK for their comments)
And gentlemen in England down the pub
Shall think themselves accurs'd they were not here,
And hold their manhoods cheap whiles any speaks
That sang with us upon Saint Mary's day.