Jon My overriding memory is feeling gutted at the end and hardly talking on the way back.
On the day that the tickets went on sale I called work and told them I was ill and couldn't come in (really quickly) then put the phone down. I was 16 and working in a factory. My boss then called back and spoke to my mum and said "I know he'll be going into Leeds to buy a ticket so tell him if he doesn't come into work, he's lost his job". My mum made me go to work 😂
I then bought a ticket from a local man utd fan who queued up to buy tickets to sell on. He wanted £25 from me for a ticket (bearing in mind they cost a fiver). I said I'd take it but when he came back with the ticket he'd inflated the price to £35. I paid him and got the ticket. Then I saw him at the Youth Club on the next Friday night and he demanded another tenner from me. I realised that the price was gonna keep going up so I told him to fuck off. He battered me outside and stamped on my face a few times. My face was a right mess, I looked like John Merrick.
A few years later in 1990 me and a mate were in the Stretford end for that game when Sterland scored that ace free kick. The same lad saw us and started pointing at us shouting "You Leeds bastards". I mean what a cunt!!
