One storm above all others sticks in my memory.
Night before the European Cup Winners Cup Final in 1985, all hell broke lose over Goodison Park. Thunder. Lightening. Lashing rain. Howling wind. I thought that the gods were telling us something...
As we boarded the coach to Rotterdam (are you reading this Dutch?), the weather got - if anything - worse.
Did we care? Did we hell...
What followed was the best away game I ever attended (bar the Spurs game that season). The dutch people and police were a credit to their nation. As were all the blues fans that day. I still treasure a photo of my father and a group of Vienna fans all standing together outside the stadium, shaking hands and laughing - football brothers in arms...
Now, whenever I see a thunderstorm, I'm transported back to that night on Merseyside and I know that everythings just fine....