Quote boardwalkempire="boardwalkempire"not the best of topics for a friday evening. 83 by far the worst for me.
We beat Fev comfortably week or two before the cup final in a league game.'"
The previous Sunday we defeated Leeds in a Premiership semi-final in the pouring rain. I can distinctly remember standing there, soaked to the skin, watching us throw the ball around like it was a hot August day playing with total confidence and complete freedom.
I honestly believed we could not lose the following week, it was inconceivably to me after the way we had been playing during the closing weeks of the League campaign (including ripping an excellent rovers side apart at Boulevard one night).
If truth be known, I've never fully trusted an FC side from that day to this. I'm always waiting for them to trip up once more. There is always a nagging doubt at the back of my mind that ultimately it will all go pear shaped eventually. The events of the last thirty years have (a couple of isolated occasions apart) tended to prove me right.
By far the single worst day I've expeirenced as a black & white, as it appears to be for most others of my vintage.