This is me on 26th May 1982, 20 days old. The European Cup final is on the B&W telly behind me, though I spent the rest of the match facing the telly whilst my dad kept me awake.
He turned down tickets to the final as I was expected to come a couple of weeks later than I did, and he felt it probably wasn’t the best for marital relations!
Having seen Villa win the league and then European Cup on it, my dad kept the “lucky” black & white telly up to the end of the 1990/91 season, by which point it’d become apparent that it wasn’t, in fact, the deciding factor in our fortunes.
Hopefully get to watch a European final with him again soon.
