One stand out moment for me were the two blokes stood in front of me who'd clearly been on the piss all weekend who kept singing "we're on the march with Billy's army...." They presumably thought it was still 1985!
Banged my knee on a cash barrier when we scored. A weird mixture of joy and pain that I've been trying to recreate sexually for the last 29 years, to no avail.
I think the '87 would have been a bit green in January 1988 ;-)You'll be pleased to know that this was just before I started watching City away so you can do a "York away" on me ;)
As for the clip, I've seen it before but since MES put it up I can't stop watching the footage - the goalmouth scramble was epic but the celebrations behind the goal were fucking unreal. Now I can watch it with even more interest, knowing you were there and trying to spot you spilling your glass of Chateauneuf-du-pape '87 vintage!
I think the '87 would have been a bit green in January 1988 ;-)
Wasn't behind the goal, but was on the covered terrace along the side, opposite side to the camera. There was something particularly bleak about Bloomfield Road in that era, at that time of year. Fucking grim, but great memories of that day. I love where we are now, but days like that were also magical in a very different way.