Over the last few days, we've enjoyed interviews and memories from players and fans, as well as a full re-run of the final on Saturday.

Here are the memories of Jamie Chandler, who was man of the match at Wembley.

We nearly didn’t get to the Trophy final at Wembley, because we played badly in the first leg of the semi final against Gateshead at home and we were 2-0 down at half time. There wasn’t a single word said in the dressing room at half time until the manager, Mark Cooper, said: “I don’t think that you’ve got it in you to win this game, but go out and prove me wrong.”

Well, Liam Hatch and Marc Bridge-Wilkinson certainly did that between them in the second half to put us 3-2 in front going into the second leg at the International Stadium. Coops set our stall out to stop them from playing and to be difficult to break down and it worked, we drew 0-0 in a game of few chances and reached Wembley. It was very special thanking the travelling fans after the second Gateshead game, but I didn’t realise then that the feeling would get much, much better.

Coops told me right at the start of the week before Wembley that he wanted me to man mark their danger man, Adam Murray. If I stopped him from playing, then the logic was that I would stop Mansfield.

At training in the week leading up to Wembley, Coops kept telling us all that we were fitter and better in all aspects than Mansfield and that we would beat them. Coops left nothing to chance, we trained behind closed doors at the Arena all week instead of at the training ground, working on tactics and shape. I bet though on the many occasions when he said that we would beat them, he didn’t mean the last minute of extra time!

On the bus for away games, I always sat next to our keeper, Sam Russell and we always debated on who would be in the starting eleven and who would be on the bench. I think we both agreed on the team, but it was the subs we disagreed on. I reckoned that Chris Senior would be on the bench, but he thought it would be Nathan Modest. Chris had just come back from a calf injury and had played as a sub against Rushden the week before, while Nathan had a good turn of pace. Whoever was sub, he was capable of causing havoc.

I was really excited by the thought of playing at Wembley in a major final. Some of the lads in the squad, like Marc Bridge-Wilkinson, had played at either Wembley or the Millennium Stadium before and had told me that there was nothing else like its presence and stature when you’re inside it.

When we had a chance to go on the pitch on the Friday before the game, Marc walked in front of me up the tunnel and he glanced around at me as if to say; “Are you ready for this?” I was gobsmacked when I saw the stadium. The size of it was unbelievable and my anticipation of the game continued to mount. I couldn’t wait to start the game.

In the game itself the following day, even though we were on top, we didn’t look as if we would score. Bridgey hit the post with a free kick, Dusty Miller hit the post with a header, Tommy Wright missed with a diving header. I think my legs were hanging off because I’d used up so much energy. I thought we were heading for a typical Darlo moment from that season and there was going to be a big let down. Remember, we conceded a lot of late goals that season. I really thought, deep into extra time, that we were going to penalties and that I would have to take one.

Anyway, we got a throw in on the left hand side and we knew that it would probably be the last chance to score in the game. I never pushed forward in setpieces and corners, as it was my job to organise the defence in case the opposing team tried to launch a fast counter attack. Dusty was wondering whether to go up for the throw in and I urged him to, because we had nothing to lose since we were in the last minute and that the others and I would look after things. So as he went forward, I glanced up at my dad in the stand, for reassurance.

Aaron Brown put in a typical good long throw, Dusty and then Tommy both got good headers on the ball, but when the ball bounced off the top of the bar and I saw Chris Senior running towards it, I put my hands on the back of my head because heading wasn’t Chris’s strong point. I could also sense 10,000 Darlo fans trying to suck the ball into the net.

But Chris kept his balance and firmly headed the ball in. Everybody went crazy and we celebrated in front of the fans. I can remember waving my arms in the air, Coops ran on the pitch and all sorts happened. I watched it all on YouTube later, the lad who put Ray Simpson’s commentary to the FA.com pictures has done a fantastic job. There’s still a lump in my throat and a huge feeling of pride when I watch it.

Play restarted. We were full of ourselves after scoring the goal - maybe too full - and Aaron Brown gave away a free kick which we would have been happy to give away midway inside our own half, but instead it was on the corner of our box and gave us a big problem. We’d conceded so many late goals during the season that we’d lost 20 points – so you can imagine what was going through our minds! Dusty and Sam were shouting instructions and I stood on the edge of the box, absolutely determined that they weren’t going to equalise and go to the dreaded penalties. I looked across to our bench and everyone was on their feet in nervous apprehension.

They took the free kick and we managed to get it away to loud cheers from our fans. No sooner had the ball gone towards the touchline, then the referee blew his final whistle. Pandemonium broke out. Liam Hatch ran past me without his shirt and I ran across to our bench, jumped on Tommo, and rolled around on the floor, both in tears, and then we were both grabbed by Gary Smith.

I went back to the lads and celebrated again in front of our fans while we waited for the presentation and it was when we were halfway through the celebrations that Ali Logan, the physio, came up to me and said; “Do you realise you’re the Man of the Match? Look at the scoreboard!”

So I looked up and there was my name and picture on the board, with the words “Today’s Man of the Match.” It was an amazing feeling. Someone managed to take a picture of that scene and passed it on to me. I’ve saved it on my Facebook and Twitter pages and it’s become my favourite picture of the whole day.

I ran over to see my dad and we hugged. He wasn’t usually one for giving me praise for my performances, but he looked me in the eye and said; “Well done, my Man of the Match!”

To be honest, I thought I’d done a good job. I felt that I’d risen to the occasion, I’d succeeded in my aim of marking Adam Murray out of the game and I’d got my attitude and technique spot on. After winning the Trophy, the Man of the Match award was the best present I could have had. I was sky high and I filled up again with emotion.

I’ve also got one of the shirts I wore that day, which I’ve framed and now it’s one of my most prized possessions.

And then came the moment we’d all been waiting for, the walk up the steps to receive the Trophy. I went up last with Tommo and it was fantastic to see so many Darlo fans and familiar faces. Everyone wanted to kiss and hug me. I reached the Royal Box and looked across to my left. Dusty triumphantly lifted the Trophy and 10,000 Darlo fans all cheered and went wild. It was a dream come true.

We ran back down the steps with the Trophy for more celebrations, this time spraying the champagne in front of the official photos. I did an interview with James Mountford from BBC Tees and then a lady from the FA presented me with my Man of the Match award and the match ball. It all sank in then – it crowned the best day of my life.

Two minutes later, another FA representative came across to me and said that I’d been selected for a drugs test, to which I joked; “Is that because I don’t usually play as well as I did today?” So while the lads were celebrating in the changing room, I was undergoing a drugs test. At the same time, a couple of Mansfield lads were in the same room, doing theirs. So you can imagine the scenario – I was as high as a kite (forgive the pun) and they were down in the dumps.

By the time I’d done the necessary – if you see what I mean – most of our players and fans had left the ground for more celebrations. My dad and the rest of the family impatiently waited for me and I think he gave one of the stewards some earache. When I emerged with my Man of the Match award, my dad asked the steward for the way to the pub where the Darlington fans were going and when we got to the pub he’d given us directions to, we discovered it was the one for the Mansfield fans and so ten of us had to beat a hasty retreat!

Anyway, we managed eventually to find the Darlington pub, The Green Man. There must have been around 100 or 200 Darlo fans in there and what a reception I got! I can’t remember buying a drink. Thanks to everyone in The Green Man that night, it was unbelievable – well, what I can remember of it anyway!