I’d resigned myself to thinking we weren’t winning that game. I was there with four close friends one of whom I’ve been best mate with for 53 years, what a night, ended up having a burger and a cup of Turkish tea in Kadikoy at 5am, no booze available but it didn’t matter. Got back to the hotel and I had a can of lager quietly contemplating what we’d achieved, been going to City for a long time, first match was 1967 when my Dad took me as his Saturday job was suspended, he used to settle bets at a Bookmakers (he was a Housing Officer during the week!) but horse racing was off due to foot and mouth disease. I count myself as a lucky fella football wise, wouldn’t swap one moment.