Never went the game, was 13 at the time, didn't have a paper round or any of that type of income and my Dad was in low wage employment at the time. Think you needed a stub from the semi final (which I attended) plus the stubs from the last 4 or 5 home games which my parents didn't have the disposable income for. Still rankles a wee bit that some johnny-come-lateley's, some of whom were Man U/Liverpool fans right up until about March of that year, went the game and I didn't. This however, is offset by my memories of the party Mum & Dad organized at our house for Cup final day, obviously the agony & ecstacy of the game itself and the impromptu carnival in the city centre in the immediate aftermath of the game. Vividly remember me and my cousin hanging out of the back of my uncles Mini Clubman estate, flags-a-flying with everyone in the streets celebrating. Those that attended the match would not of witnessed this and it's still a memory which sets the hairs on the back of my neck bristling each time it is recalled.