One year after the world cup triumph and I was going to my first game with my best friend John Anderson and his Dad. I can remember the excitement of going up the steps leading to the crescent of the scoreboard end, and the anticipation of what was then a 9 year olds dream.
Not wanting to be rude and run up the steps I slowly mounted the top and there my breath was taken away by the green of the pitch ( no colour television It had never occurred to me that a pitch would of course be green) , something my son was to copy some 30 years later. I don’t remember the game at all except that Mike Doyle got two or maybe all three goals on that evening. I don’t really want to check if my memory of who scored is correct. Like longer and warmer summers that’s how I like to remember that result. And at the beginning of the season he turned out to be a defender, if that’s what a defender can do what our attack must be like.
I was and still am hooked