Well this is just Gold, and thank you for posting. My grandfather won a competition in the Daily Mirror for an all expenses paid trip to European game of choice for 2. He was 77 at the time and gave it to his 2 eldest grandsons. I was 18 and my cousin a few years older. We had been to games together before but nothing like this. We were put up at a Manchester airport hotel the night before and flew to Lyon in the morning. To a hotel there and then the train to St Etienne for the game. Some of the funniest things I've ever seen happened on route and I'm not sure how long the statute of limitations applies in Europe, so most is best left unsaid. We just happened to be on the same organised trip as my cousins mates and Ronnie Yeats. We had fab seats in the stands on the halfway line and I clearly remember watching a sort of Agincourt in reverse as bottles (not arrows thankfully, but almost as bad) rained down on the Liverpool fans in the end were we were given tickets. No segregation in those days lads and lasses, just constant mayhem. A narrow defeat was OK and back on the train to Lyon. For years afterwards shouts were directed at me in the Kop from some of the lads on the trip ' Have you sobered up yet?' and such like. A lifelong friendship with my cousin was forged, which is what my grandfather wanted, and lasts to this day. Whenever we meet at family do's etc it's always, 'What about St Etienne' and we relive again the best of days. We were both at Anfield of course for the second leg, with that unforgettable night on the Kop, but if anybody ever wonders which is the greatest football club in the world, well, you shouldn't wonder. It's right before your eyes.