I was only 10 or 11. I'd gone shopping with my mam and dad round Eccles and my mam was dragging it out. "Can I just have a quick look in Dollycraft before we go?"
My dad told her to crack on and we went and sat in his clapped out old banger at the side of Kwik Save listening to Piccadilly radio. Gutted when we heard United were 1-0, he opened the window and sparked up. When Brightwell scored we both went mental. People were looking over to see if we were ok and when my mam came back she checked we weren't fighting because she could see the car moving and hear us shouting and bawling.