I was there as a fresh faced 13 year old with my dad and like only a parent can embarrass you come half time he pulls a pork pie out of his pocket that he had bought from home , second bite a big blob of the jelly pops out into somebody hood on his coat and he did not even have the grace to tap him on the shoulder so when everybody else remembers Peter Barnes and Dennis Tueart i think of pork pies.
I even have a LP of the commentary on my shelf