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Ian Walker
The three that I've been to :
1982 League Cup Final. Me and my Dad. We were leading until the final few minutes when Ronnie Whelan equalised. He scored again in extra time to win it for Liverpool. My dad, an Irishman, seemed to take it personally that another Irishman had been responsible for our loss. For years and years after he was outraged at that. All a bit of an odd over-reaction as he was a very easy going person normally, but mention that final or Ronnie Whelan and his hackles engaged and ducking for cover for best advised.
1984 UEFA Cup Final. Me and Dad again. What can I say. An unbelievable night. The quality of the game is irrelevant now. There is nothing like winning a trophy on your home ground and I feel so privileged to have witnessed it. I can't even begin to describe the euphoria. The pelanty shoot-out was so, so, so tense. I had a yellow and blue striped hat and I non-figuratively chewed a hole in it. I still have the hat-with-the-hole. The singing for Danny Thomas was incredible and it brings me out in goose-bumps even thinking of it now.
1987 FA Cup Final. I was a student, studying abroad in France. Applied for a ticket as a member, I remember my mum telling me on the phone I'd got a ticket in the post. Being a poor student I had to travel home by the cheap coach route. My boyfriend at the time was a Chelsea fan (yes, I know, I don't have a good track record in that respect) but fortunately most of his mates were Spurs fans, so I blagged a lift with them to Wembley. Lost in extra time to an unfortunate OG. Back in the pub at home afterwards I recall non-Spurs fans hilariously offering to buy me a Gynn-and- Tonic. (For those unaware, Mickey Gynn was a Coventry player).
Other finals have been watched at home or in the pub. For the CL Final I went to Madrid and watched it in a bar. Without doubt the most expensive 90 minutes of football ever. And the most disappointing. But I'd do it again at the drop of a hat, given the chance.
Edit Forgot to add the 1982 FA Cup final replay v QPR. I recall queuing for hours around the outside of WHL for a ticket. It was my sister's first even Spurs game and I think she only ever went to one after that. II've always felt it was a waste of a ticket that should have gone to a true supporter.
That game was enough to put anyone off football for life, I thought after the dreadful first game it could only get better but it was worse.