Mine too, so excited as a 16 yr old, I got drunk on the coach, sang my heart out, Bounced down the steps with The Gazelle on the way out, and still made a party in Sale Moor about 11ish where I bored the tits off anyone who would listen. Kingy taking his shirt off, JR's volley in very early, the potential row outside with "Leatherhead fans" in butchers coats, rescued by some big Man U boys....sure that's the bit in the first hoolie novel.....chips and gravy, jumpers for goal posts, embassy red filter, the Leather Heads flag, looking for our GAG coach outside, Blackpool team and fans at some service station giving us the big up, Leeds elsewhere looking for a row which didn't happen, going back to Moss Lane on the Sunday to see the team and cup, with the pitch invasion and the Trophy being hurried inside for safe keeping afterthe lap of honour, Ray the ballboy guy missing the coach at Hilton Park getting locked in the bogs, finally getting home to a riled mum, jumping about singing drunk in my bedroom, and really really enjoying my first trip to Wembley and seeing Alty lift the Trophy. My memories from 31 years ago, like it was yesterday.