I’ve said this to anyone I’ve ever spoken to about the play-off, but I genuinely nearly threw up on the Underground on the way through to Ibrox that night, I was that nervous. Couldn’t even entertain the fact that ‘they’ were going to relegate us. I mind reading (possibly even on here) that nobody will ever be able to describe that actual sound of Ainsworth’s goal hitting the net, the fact it was right in front of us and the fact that it was only then that the Rangers fans began to realise that they were fucked because they still thought at 2-0 down at half-time that we’d shit it, as per usual. Probably watch it once a week.
I’ve seen us take some right tankings there over the years and walking past the Subway Loyal on the way out was a beautiful sight. Swore I’d never go back after that evening. Then I did, I’ll never forgive Stephen McManus for that cup game.