I was a courier on one of the club buses that day. Not a drop touched my lips pre or during game yet I have never been so drunk as I was at the final hooter. I can barely remember getting back to the bus other than dancing along some tramlines??

We got back to the ground and went in the supporters' club to re-watch the game and got absolutely plastered. The grannies playing bingo weren't overly impressed.

Was a great day and we can only dream about what could have been had we kept that side together.

Gary Nolan's arm appearing from nowhere and touching down.

Started in Inkerman at 8am , back at Inkerman ???, Left Inkerman sometime the next day .

"Up the Cream" has a 25 year special out now. Very good read. As for me, went on a proper trip. 8-00 am pick up, beer. 9-30 breakfast in pub in Huddersfield, whisky with cornflakes, beer. Onward journey, beer. At the ground, beer and watched through glazed eyes, euphoria. Watched the game 2 days later, sober, euphoria. Much older, so er and wiser now

Had to work a Saturday night shift beforehand. Was picked up by a mate at about 8am. Drive to Manchester, watched the two games, drove back to Hull in time to return to work for a second night shift. I didn't know what day of the week it was by 8am in the morning.

My one abiding memory (like a few on here it seems) is Gary Nolan's arm suddenly emerging from a ruck of players to plonk the ball down over the line sending the Black & Whites stood in Stretford mental.

An over-riding disappointment, of course, is the fact that we've only had one other trophy to grace the cabinet in the 25 years which have since passed, but 12th May '91 is a definite highpoint of my time as a Black & White. Let's hope for more such days in the years (maybe months!) to come.

Stood next to you on the FC packed Stretford End.

Great game, great day, great memories.

And also Offiah sulking, coming off the pitch having refused to collect his losers medal. Bet they forgot to mention that on his statue outside Wembley!