The bleak color gradients of the day, the venue and crowd, the kits so emblematic of the English game. Watching my first proper title race as an Arsenal fan.
It was a reversal in trend from 3 draws (including Birmingham) and a loss ... in the game one man down and two goals behind. Combine that with the perseverance through adversity, the result was euphoric. While I was dejected at the circumstances by half time, I never thought it was torturous because we were clearly the best side in the league at that time, even against Birmingham and even in the loss to Chelsea prior to this game. Its positively nostalgic.
