Was at OT when he scored that blinder from the left side of the box. My abiding memory.
My big hero along with the incomparable Smithy.
Was that the game we won 2-1 in our classic Old Trafford rig out of white shirts with subtle red trimmings and gorgeous Liver Bird, black shorts, white socks and the incredible Sir Roger Hunt possibly had his best ever game - or certainly the best I'd ever seen - as good as he invariably was most games. We watched drooling from the scoreboard end as Sir Roger assumed this air of superiority to everyone else around including United's holy trinity, strutting about like Franz Beckenbauer as if some premonition of Souness in his midfield pomp of later years, seemingly in the action all the time, pulling strings, prompting, virtually controlling the game in a deep lying role -[number 10 to quote the modern parlance] as distinct from his usual up front role and scoring that delicious winner to ensure justice was done on the day and to round of his afternoon of sheer perfection.
Not sure why it happened like that in that particular game but I never saw that style or level of performance again - as I say, as great as he invariably was.
