The commentator said Ederson's save from Romelu Lukaku was the most important in Manchester City history. In this moment, it certainly is but I would still like to think mine holds equal importance over time.
City's rise is a staggering story. You could say my penalty save against Gillingham in the 1999 Division Two play-off final was the first piece in the jigsaw and Ederson's the last. I'm privileged to have played my part; we play football to create these amazing memories.
Saving a decisive penalty in a shoot-out at Wembley as a rookie 20-year-old to earn promotion is as close as I'll ever come to scoring a winning goal but Ederson's save to win a Champions League and complete the Treble is on another level.
What's great for me now is that more and more people recognise the 1999 promotion as such turning point. The younger generation are used to winning but fans of a certain age have been through every emotion with City.
The club was at a real low. I probably think about that save every single day of my life. I played over 200 games for City, including when we got to the Premier League, but it's as if I only ever played one game.
My parents still have that match shirt and the pictures on the wall of their home in Sheffield. If we hadn't gone up, there was talk the club would have gone bust and the chairman David Bernstein said we wouldn't have got the new stadium.
In the December of that season, we were 12th in Division Two after losing to York. A few days later we were losing at home to Stoke, and it kicked off in the dressing room at half-time.
Punches were thrown. Jamie Pollock, Andy Morrison, Willie Donachie and Joe Royle. I just sat in the corner watching it all go off but it sorted us out and we clawed our way back into the play-offs.
Even in that final we were 2-0 down with three minutes to go before Kevin Horlock pulled one back and Paul Dickov equalised in the fifth minute of injury time. We'd developed a great spirit.
We still keep in touch, Lee Crooks joined the RAF, some of the lads moved to America but we had a reunion three years ago and the bond from that experience is terrific.
We never had a bus parade because Manchester United had won their Treble days before, but I'll never forget Joe Royle saying: 'What goes around, comes around...and City are coming around'.
He was always good for a one liner Joe but I'm not sure even he knew how prophetic that one would become. Here we are, albeit 24 years later, watching one of the greatest English teams ever.
I'm goalkeeping coach at Sheffield Wednesday's academy now and Albie, my son, is a keeper like me and in the club's U11s. I took him to look round City and he was like 'you played here dad?'
The scale of it dawned on him. He was incredulous. What they have done to the infrastructure, creating thousands of jobs in the area. It's such a far cry from 1999 but magical.
I watched in Turkey on Saturday, just that I was 700km away from Istanbul at a hotel in Belek with my girlfriend Abi, Albie and our daughter Esme. We turned up three hours before kick-off to get our seats in front of the TV.
Like the rest, I thought Lukaku had scored but it was a brilliant save, Ederson still reacted to move his feet and the image of him on his knees at the end will go into club folklore.
You can still buy badges and mugs depicting my Wembley celebration, I'm not sure they sell many these days and why I pulled that face I'll never know, but I'm delighted to be part of the fabric. It's a great, romantic story to end here.