I couldn’t get over it for many years..
I didn’t really hold out much hope of us winning it before the game, this due to getting comprehensively beat 3-0 at home by City not that long before. However, at half time I got chatting in the line for the toilet to someone that had been speaking to Hess that week. He said “I was speaking with Hess this week and he reckons we’re gonna do ‘em today!”
Like 35,000 other Gills fans there that day, as Super Bob smashes in to make it 2-0, I said to my mate “We’ve done it!”, to which he replied “I know!”. We all know how it ended…
Things were made even worse after the game when their fans were shaking our coach, felt like they were gonna tip it over. Then we got stuck in a Jam on the M25 and took 3 hours to get back to Gillingham.
That night, I remember watching Seinfeld, a show that I loved and belly laughed at usually, and I said “This is sh-t” and turned off.
I didn’t want to think about football after then, especially as our start to the following season was abysmal (felt like it at least). It wasn’t until, as mentioned in this thread already, that we got redemption the following year that I started to recover from “That ‘other’ day in May”.
Here’s how I’ve gotten over it though. Having watched a City documentary last year, I’ve started to put myself coming from the perspective of City fans (I know, bear with me!
). What an incredible match it was for them, the complete opposite that we felt. They,the massive club, were “going nowhere”, the laughing stock of Manchester. You can just imagine being in their crowd and how it would have been. I’m sure very similar to use when St Thommo scored.
I thought I heard Pep Guardiola and all Man City managers educate the new players on what happened that day, and what it means for the club and the fans. It was one of the best, if not the best ever play-off final, and we STILL hold the attendance record for a 3rd tier play off final.
Last month in a British pub here in Osaka, a huge group of over 100 Manchester Tourists turned up, before they were heading back home. I got speaking to a bloke at the bar who said he’s a city fan, to which I quickly replied “Gillingham!”. He was “OMG ‘99!” He was so genuinely happy to meet a Gills fan to hear about and share the other side of their big day. We discussed it and departed to handshakes and big hugs. He said “Huge respect to you and the Gills”. It confirmed what I’ve known already, that even they are European Champions, the real Man City fans who were there that day will never forget and are so humble to the fact that they were lucky that day and that if things had lost that day, their history could possibly have turned out completely different.
UTG!