It's strange what sticks in your mind 20 years on from a Wembley victory.
You’d think the match, the goals, the trophy presentation and the lap of honour would be firmly imprinted forever, but it’s the odd little things which spring to mind far more easily.
The 1995 play-off final against Bristol Rovers was Town’s first win at Wembley at the fifth time of asking and it was hard to believe amid all the celebrations that manager Neil Warnock would never lead the club again.
It was, of course, Town’s second visit to the national stadium in successive seasons following the 1994 Autoglass Trophy final loss against Swansea City – an experience which everyone still believes proved immensely valuable in helping overcome Rovers in the one that really mattered.
Having been on the team bus for that Autoglass trip, I was banished the following year because of the manager’s superstitions.
Let me explain.
I’d been asked, a month before, to go and sit on the bench at Cambridge United when Town needed a point to secure their place in the play-offs.
The invitation came just two minutes before kick-off from physio Dave Wilson, who came to the press box at the back of the stand in the Abbey Stadium especially to find me.
Warnock wasn’t happy that things were not as he’d remembered them when Town won 5-4 at Cambridge the previous season.
On that occasion, he’d invited me to sit on the bench and write a piece about what goes on.
The result had been good, so he wanted me back in the same place for a match in which the club needed another positive result. It finished 1-1 and Town were in the promotion mix.
Everyone who was at Brentford for the semi-final second leg will never forget it. The atmosphere was electric, Del Shannon’s ‘Runaway’ got all the Town fans joining in at half time and the penalty shoot-out shredded the nerves.
At the time, I was making notes for my report – where the shot was directed, where the keeper dived etc, etc – and how all hell broke loose when Darren Bullock scored the winner. When I watched it 24 hours later on TV, my heart was pumping and my hands sweating, because I was experiencing it as a fan rather than in a professional capacity.
So we come to the final on May 28.
I arrived early and was met at the top of Wembley Way by Bryn Law of BBC Radio Leeds, now of Sky Sports.
He interviewed me about how important the match was and what it meant to Town and their supporters.
Inside the stadium, myself and Darren Thwaites got our things sorted in the press box and, even though it was ages later, the match seemed to come around in a flash.
I recall Marcus Stewart playing ridiculously well and scoring for Rovers, I can still see Andy Booth’s goal for Town and, of course, nine minutes from time, the diving header by Chris Billy which sent Town up.
Booth and Billy, both products of the club’s youth system, scoring on the biggest stage of all.
I remember deliberately standing up and making no notes at all as Lee Sinnott and the team made their way up to the Royal Box to receive the trophy.
I just wanted to soak up the atmosphere, picture the scene and watch the reaction from Town’s fans when he lifted the silverware. It was wonderful.
Afterwards, I walked half way round the stadium to get interviews from the two managers (the interview room was strangely down at one end) and then back again to the reception room, where Town’s celebrations were getting under way and I managed to grab a few players and jot down their thoughts. All shorthand in those days, no recorders.
Sports Editor John Gledhill drove us back to Huddersfield that evening, with all sorts of images and emotions rushing through our heads which we had to process into reports.
Half way back up the M1 we pulled out to overtake a white mini-bus.
It was carrying a group from Shepley, and one or two were still sober enough to recognise me in the passenger seat.
Suddenly, the emergency window at the back of the bus flung open and one individual leaned through it.
He had an open bottle of whisky in one hand while the other was firmly clinched, punching the air in tribute to Town’s performance.
What a day!