I still remember it like it were yesterday. Moscow was amazing, truly amazing but this here was just something else. We were supposed to be dead and buried, our Treble dreams up in smoke, one hurdle too far. Then the 3 minutes were put up and suddenly you knew that if we had one chance, we could do it and that would give us at least extra time. I remember when the 3 minutes were announced, my Dad just put his hand on my shoulder and said it was all over. I said it wasn't over, that we had 3 minutes and that we could do it. I said to think back over the season, and the countless times we refused to lie down and die.
Teddy got the goal, and we went crazy in our house. We were just happy we had an extra 30 minutes to try and get a winner, little did we know that just as we were sitting back down after the first goal, up pops Solskjaer to poke home the winner.
I remember every detail about those 3 minutes, right down to the commentary. It's engraved on my memory and it'll never leave as long as I live.