Aged 8 I won 5p and a program from the match at school for predicting Sunderland would win 1-0.
I was the only kid in the class (here in N Wales) predicting Sunderland would win.
It was only years later that I got to appreciate that my teacher's husband had gone to Wembley and was a Leeds fan.
I remember Monty's exploits and Portafield's goal but not much else apart from the massive feeling of tension.
48 years is a long, long time.
Micky Mouse cup or not, I feel the same mix of hope and tension now. It is a cup final at Wembley and despite being favourites and tables being turned, with us in the higher division, my gut keeps churning.
The horrible, dry voice from the depths of time that lurks in the darkness at back of our minds keeps on repeating, 'But this is Sunderland, this is Sunderland!'
I want us to win, I can't see Tranmere winning and yes, this is still Sunderland, but my hope has been rekindled.
It's the hope...
Anyone that says Sunderland fans are arrogant or deluded just doesn't know us. They don't know about 'But this is Sunderland' and they don't know about The Hope...