I first saw Wednesday on a bleak snowy Saturday winter day in January 1967 when we lost 0-1 to Liverpool. My dad didn't feel any pain though as he was still recovering from concussion having knocked himself out the previous May rushing to tell the next door neighbour Wednesday had gone two up in the FA Cup Final against Everton. The neighbour was too worried to watch the match, so dad was kindly keeping him informed rushing back and forth from the TV room to yell updates as the bloke nervously pottered away in his potting shed. Dad jumped up in ecstasy to proclaim David Ford had slotted a second at Wembley only to wallop the back door frame with one hell of a whack. Mum and I found him moaning on the floor but we got him to his feet and finally back to his senses in front of the TV just in time to see Everton score a third in 15 minutes to record a crushing victory.
The good news is, dad has never seen a replay and is the only Wednesdayite on the planet who still believes we won the 1966 Cup