I was at that match and on the same vast terrace, Nogs, which I contrived to stumble on and twist my ankle celebrating Sween’s late equaliser! We drove up in my old G-reg Ford Cortinal 1600 with a folding sunroof and which only started when it chose to. It was like driving (or not) a game of Russian Roulette. I parked on an hill (always) outside a strip club near the ground. Funny the shit you remember!