I was there, and IIRC we still had the terraces. Anyway ended up stood next to some massive Scot, who picked me up and hugged me each time. Was glad in a way we never scored the winner.
Great game. Went to my Brother's MIL's pad in St Albans for pre-match brekkie, and to deliver his ticket. Turns out the team were staying in the hotel down the road (5 min walk) so he goes off to try to meet them. Hung-over sceptic in me says "No chance". He comes back half an hour later with the ticket signed by Dave Watson & Paul Rideout - captain and goalscorer. Almost wiped out the memories of Wembley '89. Believed we'd win in the pubs near Wembley pre-match. The Man U fans were still gutted about blowing the league. They weren't up for it at all. Think Stuart Barlow had scored the goal that brought us safety at Ipswich a few weeks before!
Awesome game. That was the day we ruined the meejah's dream final of Utd v Spurs, and they've hated us more ever since. Bizarrely I had a spare ticket which I'd been trying to sell all weekend for face value. 10 mins before kick off couldn't even give it away. Think that was when the pricing (£35 then) started to put people off.
This is probably my earliest memory from the games. My arl fella was taking me most matches by then, but this one I remember. What was it he got? £30,000?
Didn't attend this match, but the following year at a party in my house in Leeds (house-cooling party as had finished at Uni), met a fit Manchester lass who was a student nurse, was adamant she was a Blue and that big Dunc was her idol. When I showed her the programme from the final the previous season, that was it. Years later I still remember that night fondly, only hoping that she wasn't beasted by Saville at St James'. Was prolly too old for him...
