It used to be the greatest Saturday of the year...
The Cup Final. Every boy dreamed of scoring the winning goal, walking up those steps to the Royal Box, receiving the Cup from the Queen, turning round to face the fans and hands aloft, showing off Britain’s most famous piece of silverware to adoring, hero-worshipping supporters.
As kids, we’d look forward to the day for weeks. Didn’t matter what the weather was outside, rain or shine, you’d be indoors glued to the TV. Both channels would have it, each with their build-up from early morning. You’d get up to watch that too!