FA Cup in ’93, for me.
Anfield ’89 should have trumped it (you’re never going to beat a last minute title winner) except back then I wasn’t really as big a Gooner as I would become – it was actually that evening that made me into one.
I think it’s my favourite because it was the era when I cared most about football and because of the last minute goal.
That moment, that moment when you knew you’d won the Cup. That back 5 weren’t going to do anything silly and there was no time for them to anyway. We just knew we’d won it. It was my first FA Cup Final (well, it was a replay but arguably part of the same final) at the old Wembley.
Fantastic evening.