I was age 9. Aside from the carnage on pitch, strongest memory is getting into the car with my dad after, and in the usual traffic, WM playing 'We are the Champions'.
I can't remember any radio moments after Highbury (biggest memory there was being terrified getting knocked off the crash barrier & the clod of turf lobbed into the stand we planted in our garden) or Rotterdam (it was onto the official travel coach, so that was the time that song meant Villa).
What a privileged childhood I had.