I was just 15 and my brother 16,We were toying all week how we were going to get there as cheap as we could , 15/16 year olds from a council estate did not have much money in them days, my brothers mate said he knew someone who would drive us there,the guy was an Iranian/or Italian I think, he was not interested in the game but offered to take us there for a fee,I can't remember how much we give him but it was a lot cheaper than the coach or train. On the morning of the game my brother and my mate and me were picked up by my brothers mate and our chauffeur at 6.00am who was driving a bleeding old mini,all of us were 6 footers, (don't know why we set off so early ).Being a just 16 year old probably excited did not sleep very well the night before, so in no time I fell asleep. I was rudely awakened an hour or so later by our chauffeur announcing "we are here "I remember we 3 sat cramped in the back of a mini saying to the chauffeur and his navigator my brothers mate, We can't be here Newcastle is a 4 hour drive away,We then drove over a bridge which had the sign in big fucking letters NEWCASTLE - UNDER -LYME.You couldn't make it up.
We then proceeded to cross country and manage to get Newcastle around 1pm 1.30pmish.Our chauffeur who did not go to the game
Dropped us off in some side street not to far from the ground and we arranged to meet him after the game.When we got to the ground I can remember the queues were massive,We manage to get in the ground about 15 mins before kick off,We had to stand at the back of the stand as it was so packed we could not get passed anyone,blues were everywhere, I remember we were all gutted that we did not make it onto the pitch at the end ,to many bodies in front of us
After the game we met up with our Chauffer and his banger of a mini and started the long journey home.All the cars and coaches honking there horns.Everthing was great until we got to just outside Leeds when chauffeur announced there was something wrong with the car.We stopped the car and he had a look under the bonnet,Fan belt he said in his broken English,He dropped us in Leeds centre and went off to sort the car,fucking great the last place you want to be stranded in with your City scarves tied to your wrists was Leeds.I can remember my brother and my mate and me walking through Leeds at something past ten shitting ourselves,but we were fine,We came across a TV shop which in those days used to leave the tv's on in the window overnight,City were not on match of the day but the news was on and it showed the goals and the celebrations at the final whistle.There we were in the centre of Leeds cheering our heads off outside a TV shop. Our chauffeur and his mate eventually sorted the car (can't remember how ) but we eventually got home just after midnight. Happy days .