Yes I was just under cover. I don’t recall the fighting but when Newcastle came in 1961 there wasn’t any segregation and looking back it was highly dangerous. It was absolutely packed and a number of barriers got damaged. In fact the rail in front of me along the Cowshed cover was bent and remained so until we left Fellows Park. The Newcastle fans that night took their defeat well.
50 years ago; bloody hell, seems much more recent than that. I was in the railway end with a school friend who stopped coming baby years ago. What a night for excitement and memories.
I loved that team and like many others I still have the ticket and programme tucked away in the loft.
Must have been nice. There were a few of those life long loyal fanatic United fans at my school. My memories are of them taking the piss when Yeovil knocked us out of the cup. Mind you, I did go to the away game and the replay, I don’t think they really knew where Manchester is.
I wasn’t born until the end of 1975 so that is my excuse for not going to this one. My Dad talked about it a lot though.
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I was there. I went to Old Trafford for the draw too. And I went again when we lost 1-0 to them a couple of years later.
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There as a kid got covered in beer in the enclosure when we scored loved it, although got ripped off outside by some manc selling fake programmes
I was barely 8 years old and my dad had been taking me for a couple of years but this is the first game i can remember, we were also stood leaning on the wall by the halfway line and all i can remember was police escorting people in front of us from the railway end to the hillary street end. I remember watching football focus (or whatever it was then) a year or so later when we played united again and they showed the goal with Brian Taylor bombing down the wing. There’s loads of united footage from that season on you tube and ive spent hours watching it hoping we are on there but have found nothing.
I was working on the Laundry end turnstiles police ordered us to open the gates because of crowd congestion
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Same here .
I was 13 years old and there with my dad
We struggled to see over the heads.
I remember clambering onto the metal fence at the back of the cowsheds just to get glimpses of the game.
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We beat ManUre then beat Newcastle, great times. We were playing superb football as well, The Buck was amazing to watch, but so were a lot of the others.
We could play anyone off the park on our day, but didn’t quite have the squad, or the consistency, or the killer instinct, whatever, to get promotion.
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Sounds similar to my early memories of watching Walsall when Buckley was manager. Player manager. I probably did see him play but sadly I have no memories of that.
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I was there, in the Hilary Street end. Can’t remember how I got there as I lived in Nottingham at the time. Great night. 
Was there in the Railway End with my old man. Never forget it.
Buckley was so entertaining to watch. He scored lots of goals, and some of them were great goals*, but there was a lot more to his game. He was such a neat player, his passing was probably the best in the team, he could hold the ball up (he wasn’t big and strong, just skilful) and would often try something unexpected. I know those of us who saw him tend to go on a bit, but he was a bit good, honest. 
*Ten days after beating Utd he scored a boster against Bury, back to goal, edge of area, swivelled and shot and the net bulged.
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Yes, I was there too, in the cowshed nearer the Laundry End. And on the pitch at the end of the game…
I was the designated carer for a friend’s disabled uncle that night, so I would have been by the small covered area on the corner.
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It wasn’t me - I was too young.
I’ve got the programmes actually for the cup run that year.
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BTW, when did The Laundry End transmogrify into The Railway End with the demolition of the laundry?
Today this would be an exercise in rebranding Back then it was like well there aint a Laundry there anymore but there is a railway. During Colin Taylors third spell with us people would often joke that his shots that cleared the “Laundry end” terrace would be carried into Birmingham by a passing train; “that shot will be half way to Villa Park by now.” BTW, I always called it the Laundry End, bit of a traditionalist.
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I was in the street end, right next to the fence they had erected. Mad, mad night. I remember at the time Utd fans had a fearsome reputation. The only way out was to walk all the way round to the Laundry end. What a night!
I was 12 and was there (in the Street End) - clearest memory was crapping it trying to get the bus back afterwards 
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