Bobby Campbell, Craven Cottage, Good Friday 1978.
11am kick off (fuck knows why) so a 4am start from my house.
1-0 down, about 15 left, and driven cross comes in from the left wing. Only Bobby there, 1 yard out (if that) and it only has to hit him and it goes in. Against all the laws of physics he heads it over the bar right in front of the 200 or so unbelieving Blades.
Fulham end up with a 2-0 win.
Why's it so memorable (aside from it's enormous comedic value of course)? Well we had to repeat the journey on Easter Monday to Orient for another 11am and took another beating for the biggest waste of an Easter I can ever remember (although I think we won the Saturday game at home)!
Go Bobby, go Bobby, go Bobby, go Bobby, go go go.