Got hospitality from Britvic, met by boss (then) at Birmingham services and went to the ground in one car. Got there in the pouring rain, and went to the suite upstairs for the grub. Into the stadium and surprise, surprise, we're sat with all the spurs fans. Not in a Rovers shirt because of the pre match meal (see photo in gallery) we took our seats for kick off.
From then on I lost my effing mind. Everytime a Spurs forward move ended in nothing, on me feet surrounded by yids "calm down... nothing happened" A combination of wonder keeping from Brad and Sheringham not getting the penalty and we were there
Then I learned a valuable lesson, always arrange overnight accommodation in Cardiff. We set off from the ground, and travelled about 2 miles in two hours.