I spent 10years of my life waiting for the last 2 minutes to run out.
In those days I watched alone... my wife was across the street. After the TD my phone rang, I knew it was my wife... but I didn't answer, couldn't... there were 2 minutes left.
After the final gun I injured myself.... storming out of my front door, my wife storming out of the front door of my Dad's house across the street, we met on the road.... and before break-dancing had been invented, before it had even been thought of... I went into some moves that Michael Jackson would have been jealous of. Still have a couple of the scars.