I remember getting back to Lichfield on the Saturday night, getting slaughtered and climbing up Dr Johnsons statue in the Market Square and putting a Villa scarf round his neck. I got up Sunday morning, warmed up and ate the congealed chinky i'd left on the bedside table the night before, and then drove over to Brum, probably still half pissed, with the other lads for the civic reception. Absolutely fantastic memories and I'm just sorry i don't think my two sons'll ever know such good times following the Villa.
