I was supposed to go to that Notts County match. I was still quite young then and it would have been one of my first away trips. However, I was shopping with my parents on Oxford Street and agreed to meet them in one of the Virgin megastores. Of course, they went to HMV and, in a world before mobile phones, we then had an apparent lost child incident and, after ages spent waiting in a local police station, me getting very angry, plenty of tears (from my Mum when we were finally reunited) it was agreed that we were not going anywhere that afternoon or evening, and the day just got progressively more frustrating. I'm still convinced that, had I gone, we would have won... and it is all my parents' fault. Wasn't that the game that basically ended it for Ossie as our manager?