I was working an early shift in Warrington, wasn't going to bother but a little bird on my shoulder said to do it. I can't remember what time I got there, just after 1pm I think, and you could feel it, in the air. Huge queues to get in. The feeling when I got through the turnstiles.. I was in.. Top Balcony near the desolate Park End.
Everything about the game was surreal, then and now. 2-0 down and like the fella above said, people were walking out. I stayed because I just had a calm feeling something special could happen. I was off to a party that night, a manc lad hosting, and knew whatever happened it would be the talk of the party.
When the game was over, happy as I was, I just hd this feeling I had seen something that wasnt quite right. Couldnt put my finger on it, but Wimbledon rolling over like that, really?
Whenever Vinny Jones gives it the hard man act I always remember that game. Last 25 minutes he disappeared.
Years later when that trial came up something inside made sense.
But I'm glad I went and was there.