I was there aswell and agree DaveO. Funny how some things havent changed !!!!

True, so much to recollect about the day, Hampo finally making a final (and scoring), Ellerys fantastic try, Gregs drop goal and 60 yard (his measurement)try, the 'magnificent' performance of Roy Haggerty, Murphys gesticulations, the look on Graham Lowes face as he waved goodbye to the fans, even the curtain raiser were Wigan schoolboys beat Castleford schoolboys 6-0, also something I'll never forget, both sets of fans singing 'You'll never walk alone' before the game as a tribute to the fans that died only days before at Hillsborough, magnificent.

What a day that was!! Remember the journey home where the majority of the Saints fans on the coaches had heads down and refused to even look in our direction....tremendous day!

The sight that sticks in my mind that summed up the day was that of Dave Chisnall sat on the touchline slowly fanning himself with the substitues board. That look of total dejection on his face as the tonking that his team were taking finally struck home, was priceless!

Hanleys try is something i will never forget pure class

Murph couldn't have picked a worse game to send Stuart Evans on as a sub.

'The lumbering Stuart Evans', as he was described in one of the Sunday papers the next day.

No exaggeration to say it was one of the greatest days of my life. Watching us take stains to the cleaners the way Wiganers danced around London after the game...ahhhhh what a day

And Saints had actually beaten us the week before.

I was there. Check the avatar.

was it still an all standing stadium then? I'm thinking it was... I can remember queuing up all night at Central Park on a dodgy deck chair with a few beers, in fact I did that about 4 times before I realised it was just as easy to go on the day of the sale. That would have saved me a bad back or two. Still those were days, when everything was cheap and the motorways were a lot quieter....
Anybody else enjoy the all night queuing parties?

I drove to the game with two friend, one a Wigan fan, the other supported Saints. We parked the car at Stanmore and caught the train in to Wembley, and arranged to meet back at the car after the game.
Saints friend did not look happy when we got back there. He was expecting a quiet return journey, but my Wigan supporting mate gave him hell for about three hours.

Dropped the car off at home around 9 p.m. and went on the razz.(minus Saints mate)