Black and white TV at home in Ashby. I burst into tears when West Germany equalised. What a moment when Hurst’s third went in, however.
I also recall the old FA Cup Final days when celebs such as Bruce Forsyth were wheeled out if Spurs were involved. Pretty much the only live football available on TV in those days, of course. I once ran up the garden to get something from the shed while the ‘pre-match build-up’ was on and caught my toe on dad’s cold frame, which was next to the garden path. I was in agony but kept quiet because I didn’t want to miss the match.
To this day that toe is crooked as I must have broken it; and, of course, over time it just set.
