Struggling to recognise myself but should be somewhere a fair ways up, right behind the goal net leaning on a crush barrier (as was always my preferred vantage point). Of course, I’d have taken up less of the photo than I do these days so maybe I’m hidden behind a beanpole?
What I remember of that game is that it was in still in the days when Thatcher had us football fans caged in like animals and I was a bit surprised that as well as opening the gates in the fencing for their own fans to get onto the pitch the stewards opened them at our end too. All our lot seemed bemused by this (well those that were still on the terrace - most were either queuing at the kiosk for Watford replay tickets or had gone for a half-time comfort break), and no one made any move to go onto the pitch. A largish group of their fans broke away from the masses protesting in front of the main stand and headed our way chanting and I feared the worse as it seemed to provoke who I’d call our “usual suspects” to head down towards the front as if they’d been challenged.
To my eyes (and, from their reactions, most of those around where I was too) it looked like it was all about to kick off as there was a sort of stand-off waiting for a flashpoint as they met and stood hesitantly either side of the fence. Just as we were expecting fists to start flying, all of a sudden a hand was thrust forward through an open gate - but instead it was met not with a punch but a shake, then another, scarves started being swapped, shirts - and then then it was all bessie mates heading back to the middle of the pitch arms around shoulders where they were warmly applauded by the rest of the Fulham fans.
So instead of the usual aggro that you often saw in those days (which was the excuse used for having the fences and heavy-handed policing) it was a genuinely moving moment of football camaraderie that brought a lump to my throat.
As a further bonus, as we were leaving the round after the game a passing Fulham fan insisted on shaking our hands, thanked us for the show of support and wished us well against Watford.
That’s what being a football should be all about (take a lesson all those who were goading Blackpool fans by chanting "Oyston in at them the other week).