Agreed, great thread. I was thinking about it, and I genuinely think it was the best day of my life. I mean it wasn't more meaningful than tying the knot and the birth of my daughters, but...on my wedding day I was 31 years old, knew I was going to get married, and I'd probably imagined what it would be like a few times. When my daughters were born I was a few years older, but again I knew they were coming, and it was joyful.
But on May 17th I had waited much longer (50 years a fan), had fantasised fervently about a major trophy on occasion, and I knew there was a chance but I wasn't expecting it to happen. And I have got to be honest that the scale of stress before the ref blew his final whistle knocks the nerves of weddings and births into a cocked hat 🤣🤣 The explosion of joy was the greatest. Sorry if I am shallow and the description sounds a bit dodgy ! But as the OP said, wasn't it just f***ing great !