46 years ago today, and City played in the League Cup Final, v Wolves. City were expected to win, but of course lost 2-1, with the Wolves understudy keeper having the game of his life, and Marsh missing an easy chance.
To compound a thoroughly miserable day, going back up the motorway the traffic ground to a halt and some idiot behind didn't see the queue and smashed into the back of my car, so I was stuck in the middle lane with a foul temper and unable to get off on to the hard shoulder. At least his insurance paid up.
Yesterday's result has to some extent exorcised my bad memories of March 2nd. I hope no one else had a bad road journey yesterday.