Not sure what made me think about this today, maybe the strange times we’re living in or maybe because my dad just turned 80 but thought I’d share it anyway. In 1956 my grandad was a season ticket holder and therefore entitled to one FA Cup Final ticket. My dad, who was 15 at the time, had been to a few games when my grandad gave him the money but wasn’t entitled to a ticket. Early on the Saturday morning of the game, my grandad woke my dad up and said “there’s your train ticket, there’s your cup final ticket now get dressed and get yourself down to New St Station”. He ended up being sat 4 rows behind The Queen and can see himself on the tv footage when Man City collect the trophy. Fortunately 55 years later I was able to have my dad one side of me and 10 year old son the other side when we lifted the Carling Cup ????.
