On that day you'd have been about 3 rows in front of me!
(I was there with Mum and Dad that day, she'd take me when my Dad's shifts wouldn't allow him to take me - most memorably the 5-0 defeat of Arsenal when Woody sat down on the pitch and Currie sat on the ball to nark Alan Ball who'd done it to us the year before... "Currie for England" was the chant from the Kop, while my mother shouted "United for England" since the whole team was on fire, mullering the mighty Arsenal.... I digress..... the following morning after that game, I remember some of the national papers used the term "Total Football" for the first time about an English club side!.... I digress even more!)
We had our season tickets in BLUT for 4 years, fairly central - just slightly to left of goal, about row F I think... then moved to "John Street Front Central" as I think it was called, when Dad start earning a bit more and he could afford one for my sister too - he also considered it safer as segregation started to get more "formalised" and the Lane End became a bit of a battleground below us.
On the Watford game, post-pitch invasion, as the players came back out into the Director's Box, the 2 or three of them came out with a bucket over their head in a sort of "guess which player just got soaked" prank. And yes, Ted Hemsley laughing his head off as he was carried off by the fans is an abiding memory. I maybe have a false memory that the bucket ended up on Ted's head, but that might just be the passing years...... The seething mass of people on the pitch that day in fantastic humour was a sight to behold. Don't think we'll ever see that again. However much i can remember about the tension that day, the excitement, the crowd, the double man-marking of Woodward, the sunshine and warmth, I can't actually remember the goals!