Enjoyed reading the remanicices about the Liverpool tickets.
I worked at the bakery on Merkland Road from 89 and they used to speak about that night and the amount of stuff they sold to fans.
As an aside I went to my work one morning in 1990 only to be told by my boss not to get changed and to go down to Pittodrie and stand in the queue for cup final tickets, I thought he was taking the p, a bit like the day I had to find a syrup sieve, but no. When I got to Pittodrie there was a queue and
I was their for hours, but at least I didn't have to sleep outside. That is dedication to the cause.