FA Cup 3rd place play-off 1971 - Everton v Stoke City - that alone made it a match which should have, but hasn't, been erased from TB's memory. We'd lost the semi final to the rs, just a few days after Panathinaikos had binned us out of the European Cup. To make matters worse I, and a few other die hards, travelled down on the morning train from Lime Street for the match on the Friday evening, the day before the Final (rs v Arse). The train was cluttered with the other lot, silk scarfs tied round wrists, and we were playing for 3rd place ... pfft!! Anyway, on arrival at Euston, off our little group of Street End lads went on the ale. By the time we got to Selhurst Park we were all bladdered. The atmosphere was hardly electric with a crowd of about 5K (I've no idea what it actually was). The game ended with me thinking we'd drawn 2-2 & would share 3rd place. Being pissed & in typical Everton fashion we invaded the pitch to laud our heroes, even after getting dumped out of the 2 cups in the recent past. I must have been talking complete bollocks since one of the lads bothered to tell me that we'd actually lost 3-2 & finished 4th - I must have been in the urinals & missed any crowd noise signaling a goal scored at some point! Then it was off back into the West End. Somehow our little group ended up with a bigger crowd of rs marauding around. Unfortunately some bloke walking in the opposite direction was identified as a Cockney, and as happened in those bad old days, was launched through a shop window. All hands legged it, but me and another lad casually strolled on, we'd done nothing so why run away? Then it dawned on us a bizzie car was trailing along behind us. The lone officer called us over, and the next thing we were on route to West End Central or somewhere 'helping with enquiries'. After a fairly short time we got released with a warning about the company we appeared to have been keeping! And so the night continued, dog rough on the Saturday morning, thousands of the other lot roaming about, so got a late morning train home ... got in just in time to see Charlie George score the winner. I suppose every cloud has a silver lining. But 3rd/4th place play-off, what a sad fixture & a sad result, no wonder it got binned as an idea!