That night was one of the bestest Bladest memories.. The sun setting to the left of where we sat, the spitting Argie, the early Katchuro goal, the injuries, the Walker goal, the thought of going to Wembley, the decent bet on a Blades win and that total overwhelming feeling of internal warmth that I've only ever had when on morphine..
As for hugs, behind me was a beautiful Blades MILF and her daughter (DILF?), tasteful, elegant, well dressed and I have no idea what she was doing there. I've never seen her again and trust me I've searched. Perhaps if I had hugged her instead of the long haired, over ripe, moustached stranger next to me, my whole life could have taken a different direction...