I had a seat right down near the front, near the corner flag. Couldn't make head nor tail of what was happening on the pitch, which in hindsight was quite a bonus really.
My fondest memory of the day came a few minutes before the teams came out. My best mate's dad came lurching towards me down the gangway; (evidently, he had a better seat, further back) "Look at that Ali," he said, "look at that. You'll never see the likes of that again."
"What?" I replied.
"That!" he said, "look at it!"
And we stood and looked up at one entire half of Wembley Stadium, from the Royal Box right round to the opposite point on the other side, awash with a mass of Albion flags.
Fantastic.
My fondest memory of the day came a few minutes before the teams came out. My best mate's dad came lurching towards me down the gangway; (evidently, he had a better seat, further back) "Look at that Ali," he said, "look at that. You'll never see the likes of that again."
"What?" I replied.
"That!" he said, "look at it!"
And we stood and looked up at one entire half of Wembley Stadium, from the Royal Box right round to the opposite point on the other side, awash with a mass of Albion flags.
Fantastic.
