Born in Dunfermline this day in 1946. Do I need to say anything else? I’ll guarantee there’s a few on this forum that were there. I wasn’t.
Happy Birthday "Porter", I wasn't there, I was 7 and 3/4. It was the first game I ever seen in colour, my Grandad bought a new tv for the final. Still remember watching the build up which seemed to go on all day.
Same here had just turned 8, sat watching on tv in an Arsenal shirt cos there were no Sunderland shirts left to buy in the shops and it was the only red and white football shirt me dad could get.
I was there. Went down on the prison warders bus leaving Blackie Boy (Framwellgate Moor) at 11.30pm on the Friday night. At the time, working at RVI, both my boss and his boss were Leeds supporters which made the result even better.
I was at the end where the goal was scored, and the save made. Great memories. At that time some of my school friends lived near Ian and if they were kicking a football about he'd join in. Once he apparently kicked the kerb, and limped back home, asking the lads to keep it quiet in case he got into trouble
He lived just round the corner from East Herrington Primary School where I went. He came into the school to talk about the day although I don’t remember anything about what he said now. He would also have a kick about with his son in the park nearby. If we saw him there we would try and join in but quite rightly he wasn’t interested and wanted a bit of dad/son time, not that as a group of little lads we understood that.
I was there in the end he scored the goal and Monty’s save. Left Sunderland train station the night before. Fabulous experience. Memories for a lifetime. Ian is a true Sunderland legend. I was 16 at the time. Was at City and Hillsborough. Went to the Luton league game at their place before the cup game at home against them. What a left foot Porters had. RIP for eternity young man…
Good player who made us all smile in 73, remember the night he crashed his car and was seriously injured, such a shame for the lad. Was at Wembley in the end he scored in, I was 24 and stood next to an old bloke in his 70s who turned his back on the game for the last 10 minutes he just couldn't watch but kept shouting" what's happening" crazy day.
Like other posters l too was there that day in May with my brother. Two young men(bairns now that l look back), both recently married both new fathers and thus both well skint. But what the heck - all night bus down, few halves of beer pre-match and watched the most glorious game ever (imo) and memories of that porterfield goal that l will take with me to the great stadium in the sky when my time comes. KTF
Same here Noggie, lost my dad who was a huge fan the year before and our eldest daughter was born in the July 73 so was literally brassic. Over night minibus down, couldn't afford a drink pre match, but after the game we bumped into a group of men in the car park stood around the open boot of a Rolls Royce drinking all sorts out of a huge picnic hamper and invited us over to join them, I was with 3 of my brother's all rigged out in red/white so we enjoyed a raised glass or two, turns out they were directors at Burnley FC. As long as I live it's hard to imagine anything surpassing that day, and I thought the semi final was extra special. This club man...let's hope we're celebrating again in May.
A very special day and Porterfield will always be remembered for that goal. My dad wasn’t into football so didn’t go down to Wembley - although I was there a few months earlier as my school (Hetton Lyon’s) had a trip to see England school boys play Germany. I had my haircut that morning and the barber had his rosette on and a good luck sign in the window. I watched the whole build up on TV with the players at their hotel, the journey to Wembley etc. I’ve watched the final a good few times and if it was played today there would have been loads of red cards. But we won against all the odds and that’s all that matters! What a day.
I was there, we were lucy enough to have ' pink X' ballot tickets for the cup final tickets, 1st one out in the draw. My first time in London, midnight train from Durham, a few hours sightseeing, then the tube (another first) to wembley, we were a bit to the left of goal about half way back, the noise was deafening, and when Ian Porterfield scored it was bedlam! The rest of the game was the most nervous i've ever been, including 2 weddings, but the atmosphere at full time will live with me forever. midnight sardine tin train out of KX, best day of my childhood. I was lucky enough to meet IP a few times over the years, and always thanked him for that memory.
