The 77 cup final was indeed a blazing day. Obviously, we lost and on the way back from the game we (me and my Dad) we're allocated on a coach with 50 of the 52 seats full of Man Utd fans ( it was an Eavesway coach back to Garswood/ Ashton) As you'd expect they were full of it. We were waiting to get on the coach and I was standing there (aged 11) and one of the Man Utd fans decided to take the piss out of my dad ( who has white hair it looked a bit like Pope J-P2) "Look who it is, it's the f***in' scouse Pope. Well the Pope could'nt help you today could he? Anyway, I didn't think you f*****s were allowed to have kids" Well, my dad stuck the nut in as quick as a flash. Leaving the bloke on the ground with a snarly nose. "f***in' ell mate, I was only jokin'". Yeah, "Go on then. Tell me another one" It was a quiet coach home. I'd just like to add violence is not the answer --Oh no !