Wembley 81, my dad managed to get one ticket for the final and gave it to me, he played at a level where each club received a couple of tickets and being a blue he got one. I was 12 at the time and my dad drove me to Maine Road and put me on the coach early that day and would be waiting for me when I got back.
"What an adventure for a 12 year old"
When the coach pulled up I got out and ran towards the huge stadium, there was trouble outside the ground and not many blues had arrived as yet, Spurs fans were everywhere and setting fire to City flags and basically taking the piss.
I looked at my ticket and ran around to the steps with the letter of my ticket for the standing section, I think it was E, when I got there it was the Fuckin Spurs end, There I was decked out in the sky blue tracksuit with umbro diamonds down the side, City Wembley cal, the flag the fuckin lot.
No way was I going in, I sat at the top of a grass verge and watched the trouble as City arrived in there thousands and started to hold their own. I sat and waited it must have been 2.30 and I wasnt going in.
The next thing a party of around 60 blues walked passed amongst them Big Helen Turner complete with her bell, she must of thought I was lost and approached me. I told her I was alone and had a ticket for the wrong end. "Come with me" she walked me round to the City end where the biggest Cockney Skinhead was, Helen went up to him "oi have you got a ticket for the City end? do you want to swap for your end "Fackin ded right" came the reply, Helen handed me my ticket.
Running up the steps, clicking through the turnstyles, I was in, "Fuckin Get In There ! "
The sight as I entered the arena, Hutchisons goal at our end, I was pushed down the giant steps, lost a shoe, lost my cap, lost my flag the lot. The songs, The silence when the bastards equalised. Always hated Spurs since.
That whole day will stay with me till the day I die
The coach pulled in at about 10 at night and there was my dad waiting in his car
Thanks Dad for making me a Blue !!!