* 1966 was my year. I was in the Royal Navy at the time based just outside Petersfield on a Petty Officers course. An acquaintance who became an instant very good friend asked me if I wanted a ticket not only for the CUP FINAL but also for the WORLD CUP FINAL as he was stewarding the arena. Naturally I said yes, so with a genuine good friend of mine armed with a bottle of full proof Navy rum we attended both games returning back to base full of the joys of being a true blue, almost slightly(?) the worse for wear and my oppo who was a Jock almost converted to being an Evertonian, the only thing that stopped him was being too proud as a Scotsman. To be fair to him he did support England though. Jim Farley of Studley. (14/01/06)

Sandy Brown Celebrates

Fred Pickering Meets The Fans

* By the time the game came around, I was working for Ford at their head office in Warley, Essex. My dad got himself a ticket in Liverpool but I couldn't get one anywhere. Dad came down to Essex on the Friday night with two of his mates. He stayed with me in my flat but his mates stayed at the Lion and the Lamb in Brentwood (more on this later). Although ticketless I set off to Wembley with the three who were definitely going the match. We all had a few drinks and they left me to my own devices to see if I could find a way into Wembley. As I drifted along getting more and more disconsolate I saw a little old man standing looking confused by the roadside. I asked him if he had a ticket and as he looked so down in the mouth whether he wanted to go to the match. He told me he had a ticket but didn't feel like going to the game so I paid him £5 for a 10/- ticket and was in the ground in time to join in the Community Singing led (as always then) by a pompous ole git in a white suit - "Altogether now, She's a lassy from Lancashire . . ." "Abide with me" always makes the hairs on the back of your neck stand up, doesn't it?

As with most other Evertonians, by the start of the second half, I was in a fit of deep depression. This was the team that had got to the final without conceding a single goal and now we were 2-0 down. Time was slipping away but the happy ending we all wanted was about to be delivered. I don't remember Trebilcock's (aka Sheer Extravagance's) goals but I do remember Shirley Temple skipping his way through to score the winner. (If only Marcus Bent could finish like that!)

After the game we eventually found our way back to Brentwood where we discovered the Somerset cricket team was staying at the Lion and the Lamb as they were playing Essex at Chelmsford. Being good professional sportsman they soon realised that we were in the mood to celebrate and joined in with relish. My last memory of the day is of drinking round after round of liqueur coffee in the wee small hours with a pile of cricketers . . .

One final thing is that across my office in Sheffield is a Wednesday supporter (who actually played for Sheffield United and got to their reserve team before an injury ended his hopes of a professional career). And yes, he was at Wembley that day as well. David Catton. (14/01/06)

Derek Temple

Mike Trebilcock

* We were there - Eve & Bob Farrell I had moved to a job with Unilever in January 1966, but kept my season ticket We could have had any seat in Wembley but decided to stand behind the goal - no goals scored at our end. Tickets were 10 bob each. I also won a ticket from Unilevers football team, so my cousin joined us - we met outside stadium Fan's poster as we entered read 'Everton's virgin goal shall not be raped' At half time we were 2-0 down !! Tried to cheer wife up but she remained sitting on floor until Treblecock scored first goal. Everyone on feet dancing in anticipation. When he scored second it was unbelievable. But this was topped by Shirley Temple running through - he seemed to take an age before he slotted the ball home, pandemonium; Cavannah on pitch avoiding police - image that these days. Celebrated into the night. What a day. Bob Farrell. (14/01/06)