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GWLADYS With standing packed in a very long queue for such a long time, I felt I was walking like Frankenstein’s Monster when I finally left the queue with ticket in hand. Immediately, a guy came up to me and asked me to sell my ticket to him - I’ll leave my answer to him, to your imagination! Anyway we travelled to London with one ticket between us. Tickets were like gold dust in Liverpool, and they couldn’t be acquired for love nor money. So many people were trying, unsuccessfully, to buy them. On the Friday, we had no luck in buying one in London, but a local in an east end pub told us to try in the Regents Palace Hotel, by Piccadilly Circus. So next morning, we went there, more in hope than expectation. However, it turned out to be good advice, as my Dad bought a ticket from a rugby league fan from Leeds, who was in London for both Cup Finals. We were delighted to have a ticket international goalkeeper, Ron Springett, brought him down in the penalty area. The score at half time remained 1-0 to Sheffield Wednesday. Everton’s goalkeeper, Gordon West, had a thigh injury which prevented him from taking goal kicks. As a result, Brian Harris took them all, and never wasted a ball in the whole match. He found an Everton player with every kick. Twelve minutes into the second half, Wednesday scored again through David Ford, and all seemed lost for us Blues. However, a young and unknown striker bought from Plymouth Argyle, Mike Trebilcock, scored two minutes later to reduce the arrears. Trebilcock had been a late, and surprise, replacement for the regular centre forward, Fred Pickering, who had been out injured for some weeks. Better still was to come when, within five minutes, Trebilcock You could virtually touch the atmosphere - it was that real. The celebrations continued into, and through, the night in London. The streets, pubs and clubs were alive with excitement and, to be fair, lots of Sheffield Wednesday supporters joined in too. There were no problems anywhere. I clearly recall the water in the fountain in Trafalgar Square being turned blue, as someone had introduced a load of blue dye into it! No price could be put on being there that day - no money in the world could have bought those memories. So Everton became only the second team in the history of the FA Cup to come from two goals down to win, without the need for extra time, penalties etc. No team has repeated that feat since. The following day’s homecoming really was something else. Lime Street, and the city centre, has “The emotion that followed will live with me forever. I saw grown men crying” each, even though it meant we’d be split up in the stadium. On approaching Wembley Way, the atmosphere was nothing less than brilliant. It was like a carnival, and unmatched by anything previously. Lots of supporters had blue & white boater hats, and my Dad had a label on his which said “EVERTON FOR THE CUP - WEDNESDAY FOR THE MIDDLE OF NEXT WEEK” It was all good humoured, and both sets of supporters were in high spirits, with not a hint of any trouble. The match started, and within four minutes, Wednesday’s Jim McCalliog had a shot which was deflected off an Everton player, into the net. An absolute sickener! Everton tried hard to get on terms, and Alex Young, the Golden Vision, had a goal disallowed for a dubious offside decision. The same player was unlucky not to be awarded a penalty when England scored the equaliser with a fine strike from the edge of the penalty area. The Everton supporters were jubilant, and a famous moment occurred when Eddie Kavanagh ran onto the pitch, to celebrate. The incident has been shown, in the media, so many times over the years. The Blues had the bit between their teeth now, and were dominating play. With 15 minutes to go, Derek Temple raced clear, from the halfway line, and beat Springett with a perfectly placed shot. I have never heard a roar like the one that greeted that goal! The final whistle concluded the best FA Cup Final ever, witnessed by 100,000 people (at least!) The emotions that followed will live with me forever. I saw grown men crying with happiness, younger guys scaling the stanchions inside the stadium, and everyone chanting, singing, dancing and making merry. 30 never seen so many people at any one time. You actually couldn’t see the pavements for the number of people crowded onto them. All along the victory route, the roads were lined with thousands of people welcoming the team back with the FA Cup. These were sights and sounds that I’ll never forget. In later years, the great Alex Young said that it was the best spirit he’d ever known in any football team. I think that sums up perfectly how the Blues came from two goals down to win the FA Cup, on that never-to-be-forgotten day.