Wembley. The Friday before, I'd been invited to watch the lads training at Maine Road.
My neighbour who'd been diagnosed with terminal cancer had asked me to take him down to Platt Lane to see them training one last time. Sadly they were doing it at Maine Road before the play-off final. My wife spoke to Bernard Halford who only lived around the corner. He arranged for us to go down and meet up with Joe Royle and the players and watch them train. John Wardle put us in the directors box. I used a few rolls of film taking players photographs. My neighbour was so chuffed, especially when Bernard gave us a couple of complimentary tickets to the final.
Like Cheesey said, It's great being a blue.