Ah, King Kevin, what a player ... that partnership with Big John Toshack though
I got both their autographs on a programme after running on the pitch after they destroyed West Ham at Upton Park.
As for Rome I'll never forget the heat, cracking the flags it was. I met two great lads on that mad train journey, Kenny Mawson and Alan Lancaster, still remember them well - one of them had a camera, but we lost touch and I've never seen those snaps!
We had in our party us three, a young couple and two young Scotty Road scallies who had bunked the entire journey. None of us had met before, we just ganged up at Victoria. We hid those lads in the racks every time a guard came down the corridors. These lads paid us back by thieving for Britain. The basket sellers and stalls on the station platforms didn't know what had hit them.
The match is a bit of a blur now, mainly because I was pissed as a handcart on Chianti, and we'd just had the maddest day in and out of fountains and confusing Italian folk by shouting 'Liverpool sono magico' which we thought was Italian for 'Liverpool are magic', one of our songs of the moment.
Only regret about the whole thing was missing the Homecoming and Tommy Smith's Testimonial, but them were the breaks in those days
