I am not sure exactly what time we left Blackpool, I had been sent to bed rather early to get some sleep before the long and tiring journey south to London,.
Having been so disappointed two years earlier when my my old man said we would win the cup only to lose to Newcastle and having lost to Man U, a match I listened to on the radio a few years before the Newcastle game, this surely had to be our time.
We arrived a few hours after sunrise at a transport cafe outside of North WEST London, i can remember all those British road services lorries, parked on the cinder area, the cafe perched on a hillock further back and the lorries with the names of the towns and cities on the side rail so you knew where they had come from followed by a bacon sandwich with thick one inch slices of bread and a mug of tea.
After dad had a nap for an hour we were on our way arriving at Wembley around noon, the rain had stopped, the sun came out the band played, the singing went on for what seemed like hours and stadium began to fill up with mostly non supporting Blackpool and Bolton wanderers fans.
As for the match well you know how it went, I feel very privileged to have been there that day and to see that Mortensen hat-trick.
Wonderful account Whits.
I was not around and will have long gone the next time the trophy is bedecked with tangerine
Was it as good as the street parties after world war 1 whits?
Brilliant recap though - I can only dream