I have been a lifelong Gooner (62 years, so I think that qualifies), and during my time I have seen some good stuff and I have seen some disappointing stuff. 

However, today, April 9, marks the 20th anniversary of my greatest ever moment that will forever shine in the season when we became “The Invincibles”.

It was all going so well a week earlier, until The Professor decided to rest a certain Thierry Henry, the former best play in the world, in an FA Cup semi-final against ManUre at Villa Park. 

We never got going that day and as a result we were out of The Cup, a bit of a shame as we were on for The Double. 

Having already gone thirty matches undefeated in The League that season, the dream was no longer going to happen.

Never mind, three days later we had the return tie in the CL quarter final against the ever-growing repulsive Chelsea. 

That should have put us back on track, but we lost it just before the game went into extra time. 

Three days later we were back at Highbury. 

Good Friday and home to Liverpool in The League. 

Trying to purchase two silver registration tickets on the flaky club website for this game was a nightmare. 

Unable to buy tickets in our normal sitting area somewhere in the centre of The North Bank, we ended up grabbing seats five rows from the front near the north west corner of the North Bank wing. 

That gave us a ringside view observing Steven Gerrard’s normal display of two-footed thuggery. 

Fast forward to halftime, it was two games, two defeats, and now finding ourselves 2-1 down, it felt like with Easter coming up fast we were being crucified.

My brother was more optimistic. 

He thought as we were kicking towards the North Bank in the second half, we could turn it around, add to Henry’s first half goal at the other end and preserve our unbeaten season. 

He was spot on as we came out after the break transformed. 

After 49 minutes, right in front of us, Robert Pires levelled the score. 

Then just one minute later it happened. 

Thierry Henry on the halfway line sped through the Liverpool defence, hurdling every tackle, moving ever close to my brother and me, approaching the keeper and then at just the right moment hit the back of the net to score the greatest goal ever. 

I wasn’t really sure what happened next. 

It was sheer pandemonium with joyous celebrations and bodies flying everywhere. 

Somehow, the two of us ended up three rows further forward from where we started off. 

At a suitable moment, we sheepishly hurdled our way back to our starting positions but nobody seemed to mind as we were all consumed with complete euphoria. 

We were just back in time to see Henry complete his hattrick and see out this memorable game with a 4-2 victory.

It was the sort of day that you will never, ever forget. 

Thank you Arsenal.