As a Newcastle fan, I have never had a problem identifying the worst of times. FA Cup final failures, hopeless home defeats and awful away days mean there is no shortage, although watching a 4-0 humiliation against Wimbledon at Plough Lane in our post-Gazza 1988-89 relegation season is the one I’ve never really been able to shake off.
But if they were the worst of times, there’s now no doubt about the best of times. Being at Wembley to see us beat Liverpool in the Carabao Cup final was something I was beginning to think I’d never experience. But here it was unfolding in front of me. How would it feel? What would this elusive moment be like?
