In the second minute of added time Dion got to the byline again and pulled it back, and Pato hit it first time from 12 yards, and Gazzaniga got his knee to it.
Prrrp. Prrrp. Prrrrp.
Crystal Palace 1, Tottenham Hotspur 2.
We had won the FA Cup at Wembley in May. We had held it for 8 months.
Pochettino shook my hand on the line and said something about JJ that I could not hear over the Spurs end. Then he went to his players.
JJ came to me straight after. He had Aaron's shirt over his shoulder. I had not seen them swap. He stood in front of me in the noise with his own shirt half off and the other 1 hanging down his back.
"Are we all right?"
He had asked me that once before, on a Sunday morning, after he put a ball through the window of the Railway Arms.
"We are all right," I said. "Go and win it now. All of it."
He nodded. He looked at me a bit longer. Then he jogged off to the Spurs end. They sang his name and he clapped them, and he did not look back at our half.
