I can honestly say that was the most drunk I have been at a football game, completely goosed. We were in London all weekend and the night before I'd been that pi$$ed, I'd slept walked naked down the hotel hallway, and locked myself out of the room. Next morning we were in the Globe for about 9.30am and had about 15 pints. What a day though it must be said. Even though we lost, the atmosphere with the Ipswich fans will live long in the memory, to a certain extent its a shame they knocked the old Wembley down with all its history.
No, I was the lads from Monk Bretton who I used to go to the games with, Carl and Dean Airey, Lycett, Wes Sanders who used to go. We used to hire a mini bus to all the games and take it in turns to drive. The were all complete loons.