The context was a club that had failed to make the final step in 1981 on goal difference and one that had faded away from promotion positions to 5th more than once afterwards, including the previous season's huge ,final stage collapse from automatic promotion position with Archibald, Ardiles et al.
This was an awful, awful weekend. The weekend of Tiananmen Square massacre too.
Rovers arrived with a 3-1 advantage from the first leg with the frustration of Howard Gayle's missed penalty.
The Rovers fans were crammed in a tiny corner. It felt much more restricted than my previous visits to Selhurst. The Palace crowd were already wound up and their stadium managers were clever at placing speakers to blast out the way contingent, so we could hardly hear ourselves speak in the 20 minutes before kick off.
The team bloody froze. Nothing went right from the first kick of the ball....and yet, we still could have done it. We only needed to score once.
Courtney allowed Wright and Bright to get away with fouling over physicality from the start...Think of it, as a cross between Old Trafford and Escape to Victory!
Then, the penalty that never was -in the 2nd half at 0-0. None of us knew why it had been given. Even Ian Wright agreed, albeit 25 years later. From memory, the Palace attack was actually finished and the ball was moving out of our area at the time.
Finally, the last few minutes were a joke when Courtney allowed play to continue while hundreds of Palace fans, spilled onto the side of the pitch along the touchline..
The final whistle and the Dave Clark fcking Five...