My memories of that day (not game) are mostly positive. I'd not long been seeing Msz Flawed, and we went down together. Lots of beer in the sun.
Funniest part of the day: drinking outside the pub at Euston after the game, wished a bunch of Palace fans the best for the following season, to be told I was a northern wanker and they hoped we went down. Have to admit. I'm not really a fighter, but did consider sticking the nut on the guy who said it (but was luckily persuaded not to by the Msz). Just thought "fuck em" and went back to drowning our sorrows.
We literally had to wait 2 minutes before they obviously said something to the wrong person, a blade walked into the pub and half the pub piled back out after them. Karma.
Vaguely remember drinking with a bunch or our lot (maybe in The Globe?), and met them again in a pub in Soho after the game. One of the group had been arrested before the game, missed the entire match, then released straight after (lucky sod). That anyone off here?