What a day.The huge crush at the turnstiles and the programmes going up in the air when the seller abandoned his post.The near deserted ground with the exception of the away area which was rammed, I seem to remember Swindon refusing to give us any more tickets.We were at the bottom of the side terrace and could barely see the pitch.The ripple of realisation when the news came through and everyone went crackers.A mate from Walsall riding on the bonnet of my mates car as went 'round an island.Playing "Everywhere" by Fleetwood Mac (on cassette) for the whole of the journey home.Stopping for a pint and an Argus in Stratford.While I was typing this I was reminded of the old Miglands Today report by Steve Lee that I had on VHS. I looked for it on You Tube but found this gem instead:You even see programmes flying through the air. And aren't we the bunch of cool looking fuckers?
Quote from: Nev on May 11, 2015, 06:27:26 PMWhat a day.The huge crush at the turnstiles and the programmes going up in the air when the seller abandoned his post.The near deserted ground with the exception of the away area which was rammed, I seem to remember Swindon refusing to give us any more tickets.We were at the bottom of the side terrace and could barely see the pitch.The ripple of realisation when the news came through and everyone went crackers.A mate from Walsall riding on the bonnet of my mates car as went 'round an island.Playing "Everywhere" by Fleetwood Mac (on cassette) for the whole of the journey home.Stopping for a pint and an Argus in Stratford.While I was typing this I was reminded of the old Miglands Today report by Steve Lee that I had on VHS. I looked for it on You Tube but found this gem instead:You even see programmes flying through the air. And aren't we the bunch of cool looking fuckers?I remember the nervous wait on other results. I also remember being convinced a draw was no good to us whatever happened elsewhere until everyone else disagreed with me. I remember the crush and our bonnet surfer. I also remember four of us in a Ford Sierra and our driver attempting to get Mr Whippy to pull over so we could buy an ice cream from him. I confess I have no recollection of the flying programmes or stopping for a pint in Stratford. Everywhere by Fleetwood Mac. All the way home. That is one thing I will never forget. Any time I hear it I smile.