Coming out of Highbury and singing "Won the league,won the league".Millions of us.What a fantastic day.I don`t actually remember anything about the journey home.16 years old and pissed out of my brains.I`ve continued to celebrate it from that day to this.
On this day Villa ran loads of coaches and they hadnt got enough stewards to run them so they asked me to look after one of them but it meant i got a free seat, would have preferred a standing tkt up Clock End but indeed a glorious day but ruined when on way home one coach breaks down on the M1........mine.
There was good / bad Karma in these 2 yearsThe GoodI had left school in 80 and had started to go to the odd game away with a few older mates - i said that when i had a job i would "go for the whole season and not miss a game home or away" what a season to choose The Bad The following year and 2 days before me and my Dad was due to travel to Rotterdam the house gets burgled - match tickets, coach tickets and spending money all goneWe sat at home and watched on tv and although our greatest triumph there was a feeling of hollowness as we "should" have been thereThat is the reason why the League win is always my favourite