This was when the entire country started to really believe that we could qualify for the 2008 European Champsionships, a moment of sublime swagger that caught everyone off guard.
For the briefest second when the ball hit the back of the net I leaned forward and questioned if I was actually seeing what I was seeing, then I was up off my couch and dancing round my living room.
As the euphoria eased, I realised I was alone and sober. I felt a little bit silly for a second and then started bouncing round the room again.
That we managed to beat the Word Cup runners-up home and away but still get pipped to a qualifying place by them really does my head in but, like Rick in Casablanca, we’ll always have Paris.