City 4 Spurs 1 (Saturday 9th December 1967) The Ballet on Ice.

I was 12 years old and my Dad had been going on at me for ages to go with him and watch City. I remember that my first game was on a bitter cold day and my Dad was convinced that the game would be called off. Miraculously (or maybe it was something to do with the fact that the game was on Match of the Day later that night) the ref passed the pitch as playable and we took up our position in the old Scoreboard End. It was freezing cold, light snow was falling and the pitch was rock hard. City went a goal down early on when, following a Spurs free-kick, the ball fell to the feet of Jimmy Greaves. Jimmy rarely missed from the six yard box. I was beginning to think that sitting at home by the coal fire watching Grandstand suddenly looked at much more attractive proposition. What followed was, to this day, one of the finest exhibitions of football I have ever seen.

City, seemingly wearing “football crampons” on their feet tore Spurs to pieces. As the Spurs players slipped, slid and constantly chased shadows, Colin Bell equalised in the first half and second half goals from Mike Summerbee, Tony Coleman and Neil Young completed the rout. Suffice to say, no one felt the cold on the way home.