Unfortunately then they started playing. Oh dear. What a poor first half! Nothing of note at all really. Never was the phrase "this game needs a goal" truer.

Unfortunately it was scored by Spurs. Lee Marshall who yet again had an excellent game, did his one silly mistake of the day and slid in for a challenge, mistimed to perfection, when he didn't need to; the guy was going wide. But it was right on the edge of the box. Mr Elleray (who kept his cards in his pocket all day) pointed to the spot. Teddy 1-0.

This kick started City big style. A different team who attacked like mad. The first goal was great only 5 minutes after the Spurs one. A wonderful Lee Marshall run. The only shame was he couldn't have finished it off for himself, but as he came up against Chris Perry in the way he was blocked and the ball fell to Dickov to curl in. Lovely stuff.

The Kop chanted "Marshall for England" and we all chuckled away to ourselves, now confident we were going to go on to win.

It was only a matter of time for the second. No way were we going to lose this game. And everyone went nuts when it was Matty Piper who got it, not least him. A very brave / completely bonkers header resulting in studs in his head. Not that he noticed as he raced off to the Kop who tried to pile through the riot police to celebrate with him.

Party time. "2-1 to the Nationwide" sang the City fans. The East stand was singing and egging on the Spurs fans. The North stand and the members enclosure tried to start waves. The Carling even sang for goodness sake. Micky Adams even joined in and tried to start the wave at one point.

There was of course as much going on off the pitch as there was on it all game. Throughout the game there had been chaos, with police piling in the Kop and dressing in riot gear. What was that all about? Looked like totally excessive behaviour by the police on a day we all just wanted to enjoy.

The club of course appealed that we stayed off the pitch. "On the pitch, on the pitch, on the pitch" chanted the Kop. At the end some ran on but not for long; Birchy and the riot police got them off and back to standing round the edge.

The players did a lap of honour to much applause, with Muzzy taking his time and being the last off. Birchy got him to come and say a few words, and then Birchy dragged out 25 legends.

Walshy of course was worshipped as was Gary Lineker. Frankie Wortho was there of course, and David Speedie. Tony James and many others. The best goalscorer ever in football, Arthur Rowley was last but one, and had to let off 1000 blue balloons, and Sep Smith was the last one out to let off 1000 white baloons (to mark 2000 league games at Filbo). Sep, 90 yrs old, came on and waved his walking stick at everyone to great applause and told us all there was no stand at the Kop end when he played.

The balloons went up, the legends did a lap. The fans threw them all scarves.

They didn't finish their lap though, as everyone and their dog legged it on the pitch to mob them and go and dance and sing down in front of the dug outs. There were many people wandering around with bits of turf, but all in good humour and the stewards and police by that stage had given up. Even the double deckers went down to have photos and stuff on the pitch.

As we left the ground people were beavering away unscrewing signs and things, walking off with seats and hoardings; demolishing the ground! And the police were running around after them like the keystone kops, failing miserably to stop it all to everyone's great amusement!

A great result. A great day out. Great memories.