British Rail failed me badly that day. I got to Newcastle very late, I think it was the first year they had taken down the floodlight pylons that had been a useful guide up the hill from the station and the waiting taxi drivers all refused to take me anywhere near St.James Park. I found the ground just before half time and all the turnstiles were closed so i had a discussion with a nice policeman who said 'dont worry son' and promptly sent me through a gate with a wink straight into the home section next to the Villa. My sister had come down from Edinburgh to meet me and go to the match and I could see her in with our lot. I spent all the second half in fear of her seeing me and waving to me with a big smile on her face accompanied by few misguided 'cooee's'. We helped send them down that day and the locals were very pissed off. As has been said only our second away win all season and I couldnt celebrate a minute of it.
