I think that has to be the one for me, which I guess is kind of sad in a way. The build up to the game in town the night before was pretty special. I can't remember it being a classic but the fact that so much rested on this game meant the atmosphere was something special. A sort of collective shitting of one selfs and then a hugh collective sigh of relief when we saw it through. The conga round the United team bus, with one sullen Jim McLean sitting inside, capped it all off.