My memories of that day:
2 carloads; Me, my sister, my mate, his siter and dad, plus his brother and co.
Trying to listen to any nearby radio in the Clock end.
Going ballistic when we knew we'd done it.
Going on the pitch.
Stuck on the North Circular - all the horde in cars singing and chanting to bemused shoppers.
Chasing the Villa coach up the A40 - flashing the lights and pipping the horn as each player came to the back to fill up with booze.
Cheering and shouting Withe & McNaught as they got off the coach at Hockley Heath.
Meeting other fans in the Locker in Solihull and getting very pissed, then watching it on MOTD later.