I can vaguely remember going on the pitch at the end of that downright MYSTICAL match and reverently kissing the goalpost (right hand post at the turnstiles end if memory serves) :moo:
You come on here Mr La-Di-Da with your sensible upbeat talk. Frankly it's an AFFRONT to all those posters in a terminal teenage sulk about how life is so unfair. Jam The Man OUT! :moo: