The explaining it to non-sports fans is impossible. I stood and cried with joy for 10 mins after final whistle, first time we’d got to a final since becoming a dad and it meant a lot more they were sat with me watching whilst it happened. It’s days like that why when we are poor like now you never give up on following them. The good days however rare always outweigh the bad seasons/games/times.
roll on the next unforgettable achievement however far away that may be.