As a 6 year old lad, there was nothing more special then seeing Tranmere play at Wembley. I'd been buzzing for a few weeks, telling all my mates at school we were in the Worthington Cup Final.

My dad had queued up in the pouring rain, a few weeks before, overnight, to make sure he got me him, my auntie and my uncle a ticket. He came home and never told me he had tickets.

We travelled down from Coventry to my aunties in Bishop Stortford, relatively near to London. My dad told us that we were going down to watch the match on the television. Not thinking we were near London, i thought nothing else of it. We stayed there overnight and i couldn't get to sleep knowing we were playing at THE place to play.

When i got up, i saw my Dad, Auntie and Uncle all dressed up in warm clothing. All of a sudden my dad pulls out a Wembley shirt and hands it to me. I thought, oh that's nice i've even got the shirt to wear whilst watching the match!

Now, going to sit down the sofa, my dad asked me where i was going? I told him i was going to sit on the sofa.

He told me i wasn't and to get in the car. We'd been travelling for a while when all of a sudden I saw this massive stadium. My jaw dropped as i saw Rovers fans walking past the car. By this point, i knew something was going on but I still kept my mouth shut until the car stopped.

We parked up and my uncle put me on his shoulders. We walked towards this massive stadium and all of a sudden my dad pulled a few tickets out of his pocket and showed me them. "Son, we're going to Wembley."

I was so happy and didn't stop smiling for ages.

My dad bought me one of them foam gloves with a finger pointing out, which i've still got to this day.

Walking towards the ground, Su Whi Army could be heard. I turned to my dad and started singing it!

I got into the ground and looked in astonishment, i'd never seen anything like it!

The match itself was a fantastic experience, something i never expected. Seeing the TRFC flags and so many Rovers fans was amazing.

I can still picture David Kelly's goal in my head. I've never jumped up so much in my life!

The result was disappointing but one thing's for sure, my love for Tranmere has grew and grew ever since that day.

I've got to say, that day was amazing. Being only 7 don't remember much, but I do remember the night before getting ready telling my dad I cant wait to watch us on the television.  Then he pulls out these green things and I say 'what are they?' he started singing were going to Wembley . That made me cry with such joy lol.

Next day, getting up at 5am and making way down to the theatre of dreams to get on BBC1 news with all the cameras there . On the way down the skylight on the coach comes off and lands on the coppers car behind us. My dad being on crutches got us the worst seats but I wasn't complaining, he was right at the back though hahaha.  I don't remember the game just remember an offside goal ??? with sitting at the back didnt realise until a minute later ha. so proud to be a Tranmere fan that day and i am sure one day soon we will be back there again. su wi army!!!!!

The first memory of the the Wembley trip is the duff gen I got off the ticket hotline!!! I went up to Prenton Park after making my mate blag a day off work from his workplace so he could drive me up to queue for tickets (I could have taken the train but needed the money towards purchasing the match tickets). We queued for ages and joined in many a conversation with those around us. As we got closer to the ticket office it was mentioned that this particular day was for season ticket holders only...contrary to the information I had taken off the hotline. Now, I would love to be a ticket holder...but due to work commitments that has never been a viable option. I mentioned this to the man I had been talking to and, after much taking of the proverbial wee, he agreed to buy tickets on our behalf...after he had bought his required quota, which he duly did. That man is a legend in my eyes and I still owe him a pint whoever he may be!!!

The day itself was amazing. I remember the long train journey from Holyhead to Wembley...leaving early doors and buzzing all the way despite hanging out of my back end! I remember the walk...a sea of blue and white...but I remember it being pretty quiet despite the numbers of people...not like what you see on the telly. I remember getting into the stadium and going to the toilet, when I came out I saw Big Ron stood talking to someone...he was slightly orange from what I remember...but no one was approaching him for autographs or anything like that. Then I remember emerging out into the stand and being amazed at the old Wembley...before quickly thinking 'this really is a run down place' (or words to that effect) but the buzz was still there regardless.

I was in the front row, first tier, left hand side of the pitch (In the corner by the Leicester goal as you look at the goal face when Kelly scored). I remember Elliot's headed goal off the underside of the crossbar clearly. I remember Kelly's equalizer and the noise that followed. Wow. I remember the irony of singing 'You're not singing anymore' with the crowd, when Elliot scored again. I remember Hill being sent off and still believe to this day that the big fella Heskey dived and that it wasn't a sending off (Although I thought Hill should have gone earlier for a two footed challenge on someone else - I think he hit the chest area when both players were on the deck - finer details elude me - and I probably have another game in mind). I don't remember much about going home.

But all in all, what a great experience and I am envious of you boys you followed Tranmere to Wembley during the Premiership promotion chasing years.

The Worthington Cup Final was a special day, no doubt about that. Went with my eldest brother (Devon Exile) and his son and his son's girlfriend at the time - nearly three generations of fans.

Remember thinking that we were doing well for most of the first half, annoyed when Hill got sent off and just proud at the end at the fact that we were out singing and out everything else from Leicester.

When Kelly's goal went in we went mad, I think there were tears, laughter, a few babies conceived everything was cracking off. Fantastic atmosphere. For a few moments there was the possibility of Rovers in Europe, the gloom of relegation lifted just for a little while. Then they equalised and the rest is history.

At the end though you would have thought we'd won. We were loud, we were proud - we were Tranmere Rovers - a proper football team with proper fans - unlike the silly sods we were playing against who were like a group of Librarians they were so quiet.

Keep the faith - the happy days will be back soon.

The night before i had a little panic attack and wondered what i would do if for example the coach broke down so i went to the cash point and got £250 for a taxi just incase - nothing was being left to chance.

Up about 5am then off to PP. It was like a pilgrimage to Mecca as fans descended on PP as the sun rose. We stopped off at Oxford services and it was chocca full of Tranmere. Got to Wembley and remember looking up at the twin towers and seeing our badge next to Leicesters and filling up with pride. I think then it struck me - my club in a major cup final being beamed all over the world. In some smoky bar in Argentina a few old blokes would be watching a team called Tranmere Rovers!

The only things i remember from the game are Ned's goal and Scott Taylor's header in the last minute.

My over riding memory from the day though was at the final whistle - our fans broke out into a chorus of "Oh Tranmere we love you" - massively proud.

For one day TRFC was big news - Quite simply the greatest day in our history.

I flew down too on Sunday morning, went to Liverpool Airport straight after the semi to book the flight with easyjet. I had a little bottle of champagne during the flight, and seem to remember a good refrain of "Super White Army". I was sitting near some top brass who had a coach hired to take them straight to Wembley from Luton, blagged a lift for a tenner! Proper nice coach too!

I arrived at Wembley by 11am and got some beers from an offy at the end of Wembley Way. Called some mates going down on coaches, and they were an hour away at least! I was steaming by the time they arrived.

We went to watch the team bus arriving and I could almost smell the whiff of European adventures the following season. As a few people have said, the game is a bit of a blur. I missed Leicester's second as I was still making my way back to my seat - when Ned scored I ended up going about 6 rows forward, so if some fat **** landed on you, after all these years, sorry...

Having been lucky enough (old enough haha) to see Rovers at the twin towers four times previous, Wembley 2000 was just that bit extra special, travelled down sat morning with about 15 fellow railway workers, free pass of course and i think we blagged into first class for some free ale too!! lol think ex tranny legend Dave Russell and ex efc player Slaven Bilic were sitting near us.

We arrived at our digs sat afternoon, well if you can call them digs, made the ymca look posh!! onto meet Kev(kirbs) in the local boozer, turned out he'd got a mate who was working on a tv programme called row z which was looking for some tranny fans to appear on it that evening, we did just that, was mad ringing the missus up and saying put bbc3 on or whatever channel it was on and youll see us, as ben sherman shirts were in fashion then I think 6 of us were all wearing them in all different colours, looked like an advert for united colours of benneton, mark bright was presenting the show, had a good chat with him afterwards, top bloke.

Now for more beer, then bed, didn't sleep much, yes the excitement but also the cockroaches were a bit active in the night...lol

Breaky had, gear put in luggage lockers at euston onto Wembley!!! train journey over there, bumped into Gary Williams, we all shook his hand and thanked him for that goal, then we'd arrived at the stadium. it was fantastic, the posters, the flags, the shher number of Rovers fans (were the foock have they all gone again?? makes my blood boil!!)
Oh my god i'd been following us since 1985 and this was by far the most important game ever, ok the play offs 1990 and 1991 were massive but this was little Tranny in a major cup final, now for the walk up Wembley way with our cans of warm ale, nipping into toilet along there and some horrible Leicester fan given it large, nearly just nearly !!! lol

Into the ground just in time to savour the atmosphere more, then the time had arrived, the fireworks, the noise, I'd gone, i was in tears, not ashamed to say that, tears of sheer elation, me and a mate were at it!! one of the lads laughing his head off at us too like.

then for the game, looking back how unlucky were we, one thing that stuck in my throat apart from the sending off was when Ned scored obviously up shouting and screaming some old tw*ts in front of us were moaning!! anyways game over, back on train and home to watch us all on row z.

Next day down to the town hall to welcome the lads back, the pride i felt as a rovers fan was fantastic, what an era, please please mr fate any chance of some more of that sometime soon.

Erbs