The week before my 11th birthday and went with my Dad. By the time we beat them again, I was a Dad.I was also 14 then. Didn't cross my mind then that I would be a full grown man by the time we next beat the bastards after a trip up and down the divisions. Never dreamed after the last Maine Rd Derby we would go on to surpass them on and off the pitch.
September 23rd 1989 will always be a bit special as Derby day memories go.
Chance at the far post. That's just marvellous stuff.