I don’t even know what time I left Wembley after Sunday’s Carabao Cup final, it was that kind of night.
Along with my son Will and daughter Chloe, we went straight from the stadium to party in Boxpark on Wembley Way and celebrate with the Newcastle players and hundreds of fans.
The champagne – and beer – was flowing for everyone and it was an amazing evening, the sort you just don’t want to end. No-one wanted to go home and, for the first time, I didn’t mind waking up the next day with a hangover either.
Everyone was on such a high, and I am still buzzing now from the sheer emotion of seeing Newcastle finally win a major trophy and the reaction that followed.
You can see from some of the photos taken that night that, external I got my hands on goalkeeper Mark Gillespie’s winners’ medal and the team have taken the trophy home but it is the feeling that is the most special part of all of this, because it is something so many of us had not experienced before.
Maybe some older people have had it in 1969 when Newcastle won the Fairs Cup but I am 54 and anyone under my age has not had a moment like this.
It was something new, and it was brilliant, and it is not over yet.
I am going to be on a high for a few more days because I have not finished celebrating – it is an international break so I have not got work for a few days. The party is going to continue for me – the same as it will back in Newcastle too.
Football is everyone’s life there, and you have a good week or a bad week depending on the result every weekend.
This win means everyone is going to have a right good few weeks – the fact Newcastle don’t play again until 2 April just means they can party a little bit harder and longer, and rightly so because of how long they have had to wait for this.
