I was in Cardiff on a sales course, I'd moved to the midlands in the early 80s partly to avoid the ogre of liverpools 70s domination which still lingered I'd deliberately cut myself off from the club because it was doing me in.
After the conference I switched the news on in my hotel room fully expecting the "usual". As the commentator painted a picture of what had happened the beauty of the goal, the bedlam of the fans. it was like an out of body experience the only thing I can compare it to was Winston Churchill's description of redemption when the USA agreed to join the fight against the nazis.
When I read of Blues saying they don't care what liverpool do I know they weren't around in those times, I know Sharpie gets stick for toeing the club line but I'll forgive him anything for that moment.
