I got a couple of tickets the day before the match through work having queued overnight at Roker and failed to get one. My wifes uncle picked up the tickets in Sheffield for me as he lived there. We agreed to meet at Sheffield Cathedral - i have no idea why but he must have thought it was a good spot. Me and me mate drove up from London but couldn't get close to the cathedral, so we dumped the car (in those days you could do this without fear of cameras etc) and ran. I'd only met him once before and I wasn't sure he'd recognise me. This wasn't helped by the fact we had our faces painted (my missus did charity fete's etc and was an expert - The old badge, red and white down the face, black ship on our foreheads, blue background lol) as I approached him on the steps of the cathedral he just handed the tickets over without a word - he looked totally shocked lol. Got to the ground with not much time to spare and only then realised that we were in with the Norwich fans. Sh*t. As it happens they were good as gold but it did feel like we were really taking the piss. Had an absolutely perfect view of the goal though as we were sat behind the cross. So much better to have been in with the Sunderland fans but at least we were there. Getting a ticket for the final was easy peasy lol. My first was born a week or so after the final. He was always going to be called after his Grandad but my wife agreed we could also name him after the winning goalscorer in the event that we won so long as it wasn't Anton (Rogan)