Thanks for the Wembleys

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GUESTBOOK ENTRIES
It was a great day all round but it was topped off at the end at the Wembley Hilton when I had my photo taken with the Cup and Andy Woodman, who was my favourite player at the time. Hope Woody enjoyed his big game the other night! Mark Roberts

I just remember the game being pretty ordinary and Jan Molby passing the ball around as if he was still playing for Liverpool. Thankfully Swansea were no Liverpool! Sam Robinson

I went to the game at Wembley with friend Rowley Jordan and his young son and I will always remember the lad was in desperate need of a wee just as the match was drawing to a close. Rowley told him to hang on for a bit longer, the goal went in, everyone went mad but the lad still needed the toilet. I'll leave it your imagination as to what happened next!.... Graham Treadwell

I've been moved away from Northampton for a few years now but still follow the club's results closely. My memory from Wembley is just taking in that sea of claret and white around most of the ground. What a sight! Graham Barclay

After years of following the Cobblers home and away and all the disappointment that went with it, that one moment at Wembley more than made up for it. It was all worth it, the trips to Scarborough and Preston and Crawley Town for just that one moment in time. Priceless. It was the first time I had hugged my Dad since childhood!! What a day. Thanks lads. Tony Baker

I remember the two games against Cardiff and the final against Swansea so clearly. I couldn't get over the support we got, compared to Swansea. And it was great meeting so many old friends and colleagues outside the stadium. It was like the whole town had turned up! Phil Graham

John Frain in the 93rd Dan Milligan

The obvious memory of the final against Swansea was Frains winning goal from the free kick,but after the final whistle the sound of 40000 supporters singing "Simply the Best" will never be forgotten. Brian Roberts

3 things stand out for me from that glorious day: the first was the size of the queue at the train station at 8.30am which was the first time I really believed we had an additional 35000 joining the normal away contingent. The second was the sight and sound of the Claret half of Wembley compared to the mass of empty seats down the other end. The third is something not experienced before or since and that was the buzz of expectation as Frainy stepped up for the re-take - it was as though we all knew the ball was destined for the back of the net. Marvellous book Andy - it really captures the spirit of those special seasons.  Andy Martyn

After watching the Cobblers through some thoroughly depressing time during the early '90's, home and away, it was a dream come true to see our claret and white heroes playing at Wembley. The match was poor but it didn't really matter. Just seeing the Cobblers at Wembley was enough. Then the inury-time free-kick occurred. After the first shot was charged down and a re-take was awarded, I grabbed my camera and as John Frain struck the ball I clicked with the result being a great photo of the ball about to cross the line. What a moment, what a picture! Lee Wade

I watched the match with my wife Marie and children Richard and Kerry. After nearly 90 mentally-exhausting minutes, Marie said: 'I'd better take a photograph before the end.' She took one photo and her camera clicked at the very moment that John Frain's goal entered the net. After that it was wonderful mayhem as we celebrated with the dozens of friends we kept bumping into all round the famous old stadium. Tony Boullemier

After we'd won and were celebrating outside near the top of Wembley Way, my wife pointed out a young Swansea fan aged about 7, seated on a low wall, crying his eyes out. She said "Ah, poor little lad" and I replied "That has happened to me so many times following the Cobblers that I'm glad it's somebody else's turn!" I couldn't summon an ounce of pity, and I still feel guilty about it. Steve Riches

   

Pics: Pete Norton Photography