That final was pretty much the reason why I got so into it. I was nominally a City fan at that point, because you had to support someone and there was never any question of me supporting that lot, just because it seemed like everyone else at school did. By chance, my mum's work had a do in one of the suites at the swamp on the night of the first leg. I was obviously backing City, but something about it - even from behind glass - captivated me enough to insist that my Dad took me to the home leg. Guess it was right time, right place kind of thing - I would have been 14, that age when you're looking for things you connect with. I think I've written on here before about the second leg, but I remember walking past the front of the Main Stand, essentially along the side of the pitch, to find a seat. A glorious shambles. But wasn't everything about City in those days? Anyway, I was hooked from then and started going regularly the following season.