My dad took me, aged 11, to that match on a coach which got stuck in traffic on the North Circular and arrived just before ht. After the match, he bought me a sandwich in a cafe outside of the ground and, for some reason, from a street seller, a bloody huge team photo of Leeds which adorned my bedroom wall for years, even though I never liked Leeds (still don’t!). Strange the things you remember! I’ve still got the match programme.