Everton U18s see victory turn to defeat at Nottingham Forest

But I'm sure you remember it well, Dave!

And Sandie Shaw won Eurovision with Puppet on a string.

Bit of useless pub quiz information for you there.

I'd won the sweep!

I was gutted, being driven home in a 1958 Morris Minor which seemed to take forever.

I think Jimmy Husband scored our goals.

Jimmy Husband scoring our two goals and Alex Young walking off a very muddy pitch with his white shorts absolutely spotless, one of the away games that Alex never turned up in and there were quite a few.

On the way home and my mate Mick with the sticky fingers was up to his tricks at a garage pulling in at 2 mph and steaming out at 60 mph. I could never bleedin' relax when I was out with Mick, don't half miss him though!!

I was there that day. Horrendous. I remember Ray Wilson getting hold of the ball at the end of the match and punting it into the Trent. I suspect foul language may have passed his lips.

Did Sandy Brown move into midfield?

I was working in Southend on Sea at the time and came home on the Friday night to go to the match, with my mate Steve. Had a great trip back Sunday night, after a lunchtime at the Windsor Castle. Opposite Blessed Sacrament.

Seems okay now compared to the shite that's occurring before our very eyes.

Yes, happy days indeed an excellent squad working its way to being a great team, the cup game that season was sandwiched between two Wembley FA Cup Finals with the 1966 one a fabulous final and the 1968 one not so good.

If my memory serves me right, a last-minute loss in the 1969 semi-final when Tommy Booth(?) scored from a corner followed by the great title-winning squad in 1970 when we looked to win everything going for the next few years but the squad disintegrated in a flash.

It was good while it lasted, though, and my mate Mick was seen bunking into the 1968 Final by millions on the 6 o'clock news that night, climbing up a drainpipe at Wembley!

His sticky fingers came in handy again gripping the pipe that was his hat-trick with the ‘66 final and the 3-1 loss to Liverpool in that final when I had the honour of bunking in with him!

You replied “There's always a fiddle, Peter”.

It sounds like you learned from a master in your great friend, Mick. 👍

It was the 2nd week of our honeymoon with Pauline, I promised a real treat after our week in Jersey: "How about us going to see our great team play Nottingham Forest in the Cup, on a coach?"

Anyway, part way through the 1st half – she fainted! We were behind the goal, and it was very very crowded so she was passed forward over the heads as we did in them days. she ended up with the St John's Ambulance crew.

I asked them, "Will she be okay? (As in 'Live'!). "Yes," was the reply.

So, being a fine young husband (hard luck, Jimmy!), I sneaked into the main stand and up the stairwell. The security said, "You can't stay here." I retorted, "I can – my new wife has just collapsed," etc.

I watched the wretched 2nd half from the stairs... gutted, and sad.

My story, true love for Everton of course. I am still married to that lovely lady. She's from Burnley and has many a time said, "I knew what I was marrying into!"

I bet your granddad and your dad could have told plenty of stories about the lads who worked on the stalls in Queens Square, mostly lads who lived in the surrounding areas of town, Gerrard Gardens, The Four Squares of Soho Street. The Bullring etc.

Good grafters most of them with plenty of character but some of them always with an eye out for making a few pound from the flower and fruit stalls and further along the fish market, it also applied to the docks when I worked as a fruit porter there.

As for me and my mate Mick it was a bit like The Artful Dodger and Oliver Twist, I was a bit older than Mick and he was never as innocent Oliver, I don't think he was born with a silver spoon in his mouth maybe it was with his hand in someone else's pocket!

The land behind St George's Hall and what we used to refer to as the bubbles (bus stops).

Back then a practical unused waste ground. What a transformation, like much of the city.

Anyway, time to start thinking about Sunday and giving the boys a send off. They deserve it. We deserve it.

The Forest fans used the tune to sing “Give it to Moore, give it to Moore, he will score”.

They were right.

I think the coach we went on was owned by Sunniways. Does that ring a bell?

Picked up on Rice Lane, not far from, Hornby Road, where Walton Gaol was. Played a match there once in the Zingari Alliance. We got beat 5-0 but they always played at home. So we was robbed!

What then felt like a long walk in the early hours and an equally long one home after coming home.

Although I tend to get trains now, it's still the same. By the time I get back to London, I have an hour to get home.