If you did not have a ticket for the showdown, then you tried to buy one from a tout — and if that was unsuccessful, you went home.
I had been to Wembley once before that night, to watch West Ham beat Preston 3-2 in the 1964 FA Cup Final and I was back again in '66 to watch Moore wipe his hands on the velvet
rail of the Royal Box before taking the Jules Rimet World Cup trophy from Her Majesty, Queen Elizabeth II. Somehow, it has not been quite the same since then. I might have peaked too early.
Since West Ham's last European final, in 1976, when they lost against Anderlecht, there have been good and bad times. The fans have been sometimes optimistic, often anxious and occasionally rebellious.
All that is forgotten tonight, though, as they come together to sing their songs, ether inside the Eden Arena, elsewhere in Prague, or back home.
When you are a club like West Ham, whose last European final was almost half a century ago, you really savour these moments, you take them in — and you never forget them.