Lying on our setee at home in Scunny. Watching it on tv (black and white of course).
Recovering from a nasty bout of jaundice which meant I missed the last two weeks of school. I had also missed the England v Mexico game as I was out of it for the same reason. I remember my dad coming into the bedroom to tell me the score!
For some reason, probably youthful naivety, I never doubted we’d win. Even when Weber got the equaliser.
