On the day of the match I answered a ring on my doorbell at about 10.00am
and a friend, named Bob Clark, was standing there and asked me if I would
like to go to Wembley with him for the final of the World Cup. He worked
in London's West End for an advertising agency who had sent a motorcycle
courier to Wembley with cash, as there were still tickets
available for the final on Friday afternoon.
We went to Baker Street in my MGB roadster & onto Wembley for the Match.
I still have my ticket & programme which are framed & hanging up in my house.
I am eternally grateful to Bob for giving me the opportunity to see the game & have an unbelievable story to tell friends & family.
Memory added on August 25, 2016
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