We were in the North Enclosure that night and I was wearing a leather jacket which was not as waterproof as it should have been. It was getting heavier and heavier as the game went on. In addition to being soaked through, I must have weighed about 25 stone by the time I got home.
Nigel Spackman was not a favourite of mine probably due to him selling an equaliser at Ibrox to them and that lump of wood known as Tony Cascarino. However, even I had to admit Spackman was an absolute stand out for us that night.
Fantastic goal from Ally. When that went in, we still had the whole of the second half to face. While Celtic had chances, they, in hindsight, started humping crosses into our penalty which were being cleared by Spackman, Bomber et al. I can’t remember when it was in the second half but we were thinking we can’t take much more of this pressure and they are going to score. Another aimless cross in to the box and I can only describe it as a howl of anger, rage etc came from the Celtic end. It was such a contrast from us thinking we can’t take much more. From that point on, we started to think we can do this.
And we did.