Never forgotten the Saint's winner, watching as a kid on the s***ty tellys we had then, cross comes over but its behind him, somehow he seems to dive backwards , get his head behind the ball and after 73 years (or whatever!) of trying we've finally won the b*****d cup and stopped the bluenoses going on about how we couldn't win it. Most of my family (all on me dad's side) were of Irish Catholic origin and, in those days, a lot of left-footers thought the s**** were their team so I had all my aunties(who knew f***-all about football!) becoming twice a year bluenoses (and I had a lot of aunties (good catholic family) so the relief was as great as the joy! Sorry -rambling!