MAY 17, 2010. The night both Town and I completed the impossible.

As a 15-year-old, I actually broke a Nokia phone. It fell out of my pocket during the celebrations that followed Danny Ward's goal and was irreversibly re-shaped by several Town fans' feet.

On the pitch, Swindon had also come from two goals down to force penalties. My team then went on to win a penalty shoot-out in a game that mattered.

When I watched the highlights back of this tie, I still felt genuinely nervous about the outcome. As JP McGovern steps up to take the first penalty, I still feel like he's going to miss.

As Darren Randolph gets a hand to Kevin Amankwaah's penalty, I hide behind my hands because I'm partly concerned he'll keep it out.

But of course, all five penalties go in and you're left to remember what you were doing on the night and who you were with when Stephen Darby slotted that final penalty into the corner.

You're left to remember just how long we all sang the revamped version of Que Sera Sera in the away stand as well as in the streets outside.

You're left to wander if your mum might tell you off for breaking your phone (although technically it wasn't me, m'lud).

It was a wonderful night, that night, and if I'm looking back it was the precursor to the start of a pretty crazy 10 years of ups and downs. The opening decade of my supporter-ship was very tame in comparison.

'Charlton 2010' came before Wembley part one, the Di Canio era, the Sheffield United 5-5, a grumbled Preston, and then a PPG title win.

But that night at the Valley is my favourite because I was young and naive, and I thought breaking a Nokia was the worst thing that would happen while watching Town.