The pictures are a little grainier, perhaps a tad more faded than what technology produces today... but the memories are as sharp as ever.
I’ll go back to the late seventies when I told friends I’d jump in the harbour of my little hometown should Northern Ireland ever win the annual British Championship, and at the same time declared that if they should qualify for the ‘82 World Cup in Spain, I’d definitely go to the finals... by hook or by crook.
Well, I didn’t fancy the chill of sea-water even in May, and thankfully by 1980, when Noel Brotherston’s goal in Cardiff ensured the British Championship was won, my pledge had escaped everyone’s memory.