Definitely one of the greatest days of my life.
The bus journey from Heuston to the RDS, a double-decker packed with Corkonians singing "F*ck the Dubs" while travelling over O'Connell Bridge, priceless.
Had about 5 pints before the game, 1st time ever being half steamed going into a game.
The goals, we were never going to lose that day.
Stayed in the pub too long and missed the bus back to the train had to get a cab, just made it.
The conga on the train, brilliant and the march through the streets of the City, all the way up Pana to the fountain in the Grand Parade.
One of my final memories of that is Moses nearly squeezing the life out of me.
Twould bring a tear to the eye.
Happy Days
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