The day of the final was one of trepidation,even though i thought we would win and had backed us to do it there were still nagging doubts.Hardly surprising really considering we had already lost 6 finals in the same competition.

I walked into the Marquee early Saturday morning and the place was packed to the rafters,everyone seemed to be underneath the biggest United flag i had ever seen in my life.

The Arabs were belting out,"There's only one Craigie Brewster." Any early morning worries i had dissipated soon after and so began the best day of my lifelong following of the Terrors of Tannadice.