We must hook up to watch some football sometime.
I remember that final . . queued overnight to get a ticket and missed out in the end .
My second `meeting`with the great/late Mr Clough was after a night match at Goodison Park in the FA cup against Everton (we won ).
We had to get back to Lime Street station in Liverpool but there were hundreds of bloodthirsty Everton fans waiting outside the ground for us and it was every man for themselves - awful experience of English football related violence (no disrespect to Evertonians because that could have been anywhere really). Anyway, we ran away down some side streets and eventually got on a bus and asked the driver to tell us when we got to the station. Imagine our horror when about 30 everton `hooligans`got on the bus at the very next stop. We made the big mistake of sitting at the back but just kept our mouths shut. The good old driver (bless him) turned around whe we stopped at the station and shouted `Oi, you 2 Forest fans . . this is the station`. I don`t know how we actually got off the bus but what followed was a Benny Hill style chase as we ran onto the platform - followed by 30 bloodthirsty Everton fans, who in turn were followed by about 10 policemen. As we arrived on the platform the train was just starting to pull away and with echoes of `Von Ryans Express` the door opened - Kenny Burns leaned out and said `come on lads`. We just got on and there in the carriage was the whole Forest team, with Cloughie and Peter Taylor dishing out bottles of beer from a crate. We thought . .what a brilliant end to the evening, expecting them to include us. Cloughie never even looked up . .he just said `Keep going lads - private party` ah well. . we had our 5 seconds of fame