Please let me have this as a Groundhog Day!

Father Jack & I hit the road from Manchester the day before both staying with friends / family in Lewisham... I encountered a party in full swing where I was staying full of Millwall fans.

Picked up Father Jack underneath the Black Cat in Lewisham and parked up at his brothers place in Putney to go drinking in Central London, met Ross Kemp.

Met up with Dalliance at Wembley & sold my lower tier seat as our Olympic Gallery seats had finally turned up!! I have a fear of heights but the atmosphere up in the gallery masked that fear even though it was rokcing and swinging. Chap to our right wear kilt & tam o'shanter but was from Naaridge & got an abusive phone call when we went 1 down.

Mogga scoring on his Wembley debut aged 36... penalty save right before half time

Then the goal in front of us just seemed to suck the ball in 3 times.... Naylor's finest game, a beauty of a Stewart header...

They get one back and Wright makes a superb save then.... Reuser breaks....

Loved seeing Reuser run back out on the pitch to conduct his own personal replay of the goal...

Worst thing about the day was deciding to go back to Manchester instead of heading to Ipswich for the party.

The victory is even better for Barnsley being worthy opponents only beaten in the last minute by Reuser... we should have bought Hignett.

I don't want to tarnish this story and all the wonderful memories written on here, but it's funny how BennyBlue and several other usual negative normans haven't written anything on here!

I don't recall a lot about the game as I got Stella'd up before the match.

I saw Barnsley score the opening goal and then got ousted by the cops for being abusive to a steward (several times according to reports)!!!

Luckily I got back in just in time to see the trophy lifted!
Thank god for VCR's.

My claim to fame is I was probably the last person ejected from the old Wembley Stadium.

Was staying at my partner's friends house in the Oval and travelled on my own to the game. Funny enough I was actually working in Barnsley at the time so took some stick for weeks before the game. I just remember Wembley Way being a sea of blue on one side, red the other. Brilliant but tense atmosphere, possibly the 2 friendliest clubs in the league doing battle - it seemed wrong really that one of us had to win. Into the ground and I couldn't even see the pitch without squatting down - I was late getting a ticket and my seat was on the very back row of the ITFC stand. I remember Reuser's goal best - the roof came off, and some crusty stranger threw his arms round me and we were jumping like a pair of right tits at the back of the stand. I was so shocked and stunned that we'd done it that after the game, on the tube a couple of Barnsley lads actually asked if I was ok - 'C'mon fella, yer've joost woon y'nor!' Great day, my best ever as an Ipswich fan.

It's nearly ten years since I was ordained as an Anglican Priest. My final oral exam was on the morning after the play-off final and I wasn't entirely ready for it. I got to Wembley early with my family and we sat in the car park whilst I revised. With half an hour to go we went in and had the most fantastic afternoon as we watched a special Ipswich team deservedly win promotion. After that further revision was out of the question. The following morning I went into the oral exam wearing my Ipswich scarf and managed to weave the mighty Town into each one of my answers. I still have my exam report where the college prinicipal wrote ', Adrian had an adequate grasp of the material but seemed somewhat distracted by Ipswich Town Football Club'. I never really saw it as a distraction - just a great example of resurrectin and ascension!

I fell 20 foot off a wall onto concrete steps at Portman Road at the Bolton game as I kind of over celebrated our second goal near the away fans. It meant that I was taken to hospital and my poor mate had to come with me so we missed all the drama of extra time. The ambulance had the game on the radio and we just arrived at the hospital when we scored the goal to put us into extra time. I was all strapped up, couldn't move but we were going mental!

For the final I had an amazing battle wound around my coxis - bruising which went up my back all around one arse cheek and down my leg - was dead proud and showed everyone. The scenes at Baker Street were amazing - I would go there for England games but it was amazing to see your own team - a sea of Blue everywhere. Proper goose bumps feeling. Amazing amazing day - got absolutely tw*tted.

Eeee - iiiiiii - eeeee -iiiii - e - i - oh, up the football league we go - haha - love it. Next season!!!!!

what a day, screaming hot too many beers,the football played by both sides was all out attack,just remember singing their song at the final whistle,
its just like watching brasil !

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I was only going to occasional games at the time, and thus couldn't get a ticket to the final, despite having been at the Semi against Bolton. In the end probably no bad thing since I don't think I'd yet recovered from that night! Watched the game at home with one of those 2 litre botlles of Abbot you could get back then. Like a few people have already said I wasn't worried when we went a goal down, since we'd stuck 8 goals past Barnsley in two matches that season, and by the time Reuser stuck the 4th away I was so elated I couldn't barely speak.

I've had a season ticket since 02' and am still convinced we have what it takes to hit the heights of that day again, but in between there's been some real low points, the semi final home leg against the Hammers standing out.

It hardly seems five minutes ago, so to think that it's ten years since that glorious sunny day makes you think. Let's hope we can all get behind Keane and bring another day like that to us long suffering Blues.

Remember it like it was yesterday - the coach playing leapfrog with another full of Barnsley fans around London, the deafening roar as the teams came out, the sick feeling when they scored the opener but still confident, Johnson's injury, then pure joy, the whole stadium - Ipswich and Barnsley - singing You'll Never Walk Alone after Martijn Reuser had made the game safe, the journey back with banners along the A12, the Evening Star special being handed out when we got back to Portman Road, the celebrations on the Cornhill... And I have an inane grin now just writing about it!
What wouldn't we give to go back next season and do it all again?

10 years really? Wow! What a day out, great game of football and a superb result. My lasting memory will be of Mogga popping up in the penalty area to level the match. Naylor was brilliant - arguably his best game for the club.

This was a great Ipswich side - led by our best manager for the last 10 years. Royle did well, but never manager to deliver promotion.

Remember vividly the play-offs that year. watching the away leg at the John Bull, Stewart scoring 2 brilliant goals to get us level, then the home game. Without doubt the best game of football I've ever seen. I remember us clinging on to Bolton as they threatened to take the game away from us with their physical approach, then they imploded and got just about everyone booked and /or sent off. Magic's hat-trick, missed penalty and then Clapham and Reuser to seal the glory. Que Sera sera over the tannoy at the end. Fantastic.
Then queuing up overnight for tickets for wembley. Joined the queue at 11pm and already it was back round to the away supporters section. It was a cold and damp night, but the banter was good, and about 7am some kind woman came and handed out cups of coffee to loads of us in the queue. She'd run out of cups by the time she got to me and I got mine served in a jam jar.Marvellous effort by her. By about 9:30 I'd got the 6 tickets I came for, and it was time to prepare for Wembley.
What a day. From the early Hignett screamer and Johnno going off early, to Mogga's towering header from what seemed like miles away from where we were sat. Then Wrighty's penalty save, and onto the second half where we ran the show, and Naylor had the game of his life, remember big Ron comparing him to Puskas and Matthews?!? Him and Stewart putting us 3-1 up, then they got another pen and scored, and Wrighty somehow made that save from Hristov. Then the break-away from Naylor sending Reuser away again to steal the glory by smashing it in the top of the net from miles out. We'd done it, at last. I then watched some of the celebrations but then had to hop on a tube (packed full of gracious Barnsley fans) and get down to Gatwick to catch a flight to Turkey for my summer holiday that evening. Got to the airport in plenty of time to meet my mates who decided they couldn't risk missing the flight and watched the game in a grotty pub in Crawley instead. Boy, was I feeling smug!
Those really were the days.

well it all started underneath the north stand queuing for tickets,cant believe no-one has mentioned this!!!!!???? are you really all town fans???!!!! queued alnight woke up at 5am under north stand with sausage thrust in my face,got 4 tickets at 10am worked allday,thats commitment and how i loved my team back then!!!!
and wembley that was just amazing including a trip to soho in the the morning with my father,uncle and friends!!!!!!!!!!!! Great memories :)))))))))))))))

It was my first Ipswich game ! I was 6 years old and my dad bought me and him tickets as a birthday present for me (my birthday was 5 days before hand) and so me and him made our way from Colchester. I might have only been 6 years old, but I wasn't scared to join in with all of the post-match celebrations. Then when the game started I was constantly jumping up and down with excitement - I don't think I sat down for 5 minutes in one go! Then when the final whistle went I screamed with happiness and then imediately after joined in with all the other Ipswich fans! Never forget that day !

Great day out, probably best ever.
Mini bus full of us leave ipswich at 0900hrs already drinking brandy and coke by the time we hit A12.
Slow drive down to Wembley, food, find boozer and chill out knowing we'd win!
The game was great, the atmosphere was fantastic (sea of red & blue), all of it - superb.
the feeling when conceding 1st goal "oh well, don't worry, coz we'll score one more that them" (that's how we felt in them days, great years).
The Reuser goal, the elation, the lifting of the cup & the fireworks....oh my lord, it's flooding back..
The trip back up A12, hordes of fans blocking road, the banners draped from bridges, the good natured town fans behaving themselves although all p**sed.
The queues down london road into town, the feeling all around town that evening, the beer, more beer, the fun.............

Bloody best feeling EVER.
It'll be back, BELIEVE!!!!!!!!!!!!

I rarely post comments but that day will live with me forever and felt the need to post. My one and only dream as a boy was to see Town walk out at Wembley. I was 23 at the time and due to joining the Navy, getting hitched and settling in Portsmouth a few years earlier my season ticket had to be sacarficed and visits to PR were/are now a rare treat. As soon as the final whistle blew against Bolton I was on the phone to my Dad to see if he could square me away with a ticket and it was not until the night before the Final that he came through for me (I had by that time given up hope of going). I drove up from Pompey on my own and by the time I had met up with my Dad in London I had already lost my voice, due to singing all Terrace chants I could think of. I had no idea where my ticket was situated and could not of given a toss if I had to of sat on a milk crate that was stuck behind a brick wall. Imagine my disbelief when scruffy old me wearing ripped jeans and Town shirt ended up in the Wembley VIP suite enjoying a posh three course meal - and getting munted on champagne and beer. (To this day I do not know how he got hold of that ticket or what it cost him). We all know how the game turned out, what with so many twists and turns. My personal high light was crying like a baby when Burley and Holland led the boys out and the equalising goal by Sir Mogga as me and my Dads mate (who I was sat with) commenced jumping up and down on the tables much to the disdane of the Suites staff, LMAO.

Unfortuneatly I could not make it back to my home Town that night but remember watching the re-runs on the TV supping on a few cold ones back home Utterly drained from the whole occassion. Today I still use my Wembley flag as a curtain for my bunk space onboard ship and look back fondly on the DVD when pissed.

A great great day.