Went to both as 16 year old on my own,as a dad now what were my mam and dad thinking.
First thing that struck me was the river of piss running down the stairs inside the twin towers,a bloke standing in front of me with a black bin liner full of cans of ale(that's where the rivers were coming from).
You couldn't hear the brass bands like on the telly,Spurs were in our end,they had live roosters with them and it was kicking off all the way through the game.
The sheer pandemonium when we went 1 up,and the cockney's getting leathered when they equalised.
Walked out of my O' level technical drawing to go down for the replay,got served in a London pub(looked about twelve at the time),queueing to get in it was even worse for cockney's in our end,we'd blown our chance Saturday and we were never really in the game,coming back to the station for the special,we got legged off some of the locals as some clown took the piss out of the recent death of Bob Marley ,and that special took forever to get back and was as quiet as the grave.