We received a call from Mrs Vienna's daughter early that morning, saying that she thought she was going into labour, so we rushed to their house with the laptop.
We sat watching in amazement as the goals went in. I’ve always thought that Mario's opener is criminally underrated; if his shot was any harder, it would have gone wide. Any softer, and the alpaca would have saved it.
IIRC, the rags were slight favourites. That day, following the semifinal six months before, were two of the earliest signs of a shift in the balance of power in Greater Manchester football.
Our granddaughter was born around midday the following day. It was a fantastic 24 hours.