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2003 the Saturday night before the League Cup final, we were 19. @JohnGallagher83 came round to ours for a few cans and a bit of Pro Evo. I read Derek McGovern's column in the Mirror saying to lump on Man Utd at 11/10. I was fuming.
I convinced him to swerve the PlayStation and drive us down to Cardiff that night in his K reg Fiesta as we were deffo winning. He'd never driven on the motorway before, we had no match tickets, nowhere to stay and very little money.
We got lost around Shrewsbury (no sat navs back then, kids) and got to Cardiff about 12:30am. Went out on the ale for a bit and slept in the car. We didn't think to take any covers, I think it was February.
Woke up freezing cold but in Cardiff after spending the night in the Fiesta. Managed to get a wash in a service station and then left the car at Ninian Park to go and have a wander.
Met a few older lads we knew in one of the boozers and had great afternoon. Both got sorted for tickets about half an hour before kick off.
The little fancied Red Men beat a Man Utd side packed with world beaters 2-0. Jerzy Dudek was unbeatable on the day - magic.
Coming out the ground a manc who must have been in his 40's fronted me and a bizzy flattened him before I could even move.
Got back to the car and drove home absolutely made up with Dreaming of You by The Coral on repeat.
Those were the days my friend.
Merci Gérard Houllier. RIP.
Merci Gérard Houllier. RIP.
