I went with my lad who was only a nipper at the time and we were chatting about it a couple of days ago and he remembers it in so much detail, it's one of those great father/son memories and pretty much the only one he can recall in any detail of us standing at Villa Park.
He could talk through all the goals, how I left him with my mate's missus while we went for a slash but came back smelling of beer but most of all just how loud it was.
He also mentioned about when we were in the car after and sat in traffic and everyone sounding their horns and him climbing across and him banging away on ours (it was a knackered old Metro, surprised it didn't fall apart) and then hanging his scarf out of the window all the way home. He got the bug that day.