Just been remeniscing with my bro. His ford capri jps special (2.0 litre). Me, his mate and him. Scarves out of the window all the way, seemed like a long pilgramage! Me standing up out of his sunroof at melton mobray where we stopped off, hoisting my subbuteo fa cup aloft to much cheering. Then inside the ground. Packed in, way way too many in there. Fences at the front. I could barely breathe, though loved every second! Bro is 7 years older so was shitting it trying to make sure I was ok. The goal. Just wowwwwww! What a day! The only game that season we couldn't get tickets for was the ipswich semi at villa park, so had to make do with "it's a goal!" on piccadilly radio. Spuds in the final this year please as redemption.