I was there, too. Just a tacker at the time. 2 bloody points... and then, to cap it all off, my Dad forgot to pick us up from the bus stop because he was down the pub getting pissed. So there's me and my mum soaking wet, cold as hell, and without even a GF victory to warm us up, looking for a phone box. No mobiles back then, and of course we never thought it was going to rain so just kinda... sat in it. All day. Geez. Makes me laugh now, of course. Still got the little black and red triangular flag from that one (and '76).