I remember Keane's debut like it was yesterday. As a teenager at the time there was so much optimism. So much to look forward to. Exciting players like Keane, Hadji, Macca, the prospect of a new stadium, the best kit in the Premier League. Who didn't think on Keane's debut we wouldn't be knocking on the door of Europe soon?
However, the dying moments of the Preston JPT match gave me just as much extacy and jubilation as the famous boxing day mauling of Arsenal and the Villa Park rampage the season before.
The club may be playing at a lower level and in a different town, but the passion remains. That's what makes it so much harder to take.
Although they may not be as good as previous first team regulars (Telfer excluded) they can still provide those moment of magic, and we're missing them.