The cup final replay in 1981 stands out for me as a particularly nasty evening. City fans outnumbered by 5-to-1 it seemed, Spurs fans everywhere and lots of fighting throughout the whole match. I remember before then going up with my dad to get tickets from the Wembley box office. Which was just a shitty brick hut in the car park. It was dark, pissing down and there were thousands there all trying to get to a couple of windows. The crush was genuinely scary and I did think I'd lose my dad. But we got there somehow and managed to get a couple of tickets for the 'away" end, cos clearly this rearranged Thursday night replay was always going to be a home game for Spurs. We were the only Mancs there amongst a heaving throng of strangers with strange accents, that evening will live with me forever. And then there was the gane itself, amazing memories if for the wrong result.