I was in my last year as a student in Newcastle. I'd done the last exam of my finals on the day of the first match of that World Cup. We'd spent the subsequent weeks drinking and watching the football - 1990 is still my favourite world cup, by a mile.
When he scored that goal, I remember we all went nuts - there were five of us in our student house, and two of us were Villa fans. We then, on the final whistle, left the house to go to the local to celebrate.
One of the strongest memories i have of student years is that night, when we left our house to go to the pub, I looked up our road of terraced houses and it was like every single house was disgorging happy people doing exactly the same thing.
