An evocative piece of writing, thanks. After the miseries of European nights against the likes of AC Milan, Feyenoord and Dukla Prague it was amazing to see the Blues finally being able to take on the best again. I think we were all in shock, and maybe we still are!

Cheers John. That AC Milan game was horrible. One of only two occasions I heard my Dad swear at the match. I remember Gary Jones' shirt being ripped till it hung off his back; the ref did nothing.

A very powerful evocative read Paul.
Like you said, no Live TV, so I tuned in to the Radio.
It was an exhilarating Audio experience.

Can’t imagine what the live event must have been like.
How lucky for you and your Fellow Blues, to have witnessed History in the making.

Hands-up, all you readers who lingered, transfixed at that Action Photo at the Top of the page?

It Brought back memories of my boyhood days, buying the football Magazines, «  Goal » and «  Shoot «  and staring at the Action Photos of Ariel Duels and Goalmouth Frenzies and often wondering, which trajectory the Ball took.
The imagination was in Over-Drive!

It's a shame it was 'only' the European Cup-winners' Cup. That team would have won the European Cup itself that year.

Great summary Paul. I was a student too at the time, but luckily on a 'Year In Industry' in Manchester at the time, so it was an easy trip over. I went with a flat-mate of mine who was a City fan (he was tupping Peter Swales' daughter). Cash at the turnstile, no problem getting in.
We were stood on the middle of the Gwladys Street terrace. It was epic. Playing the legendary Bayern Munich - who had won multiple European Cups only a decade before. They had the pacy winger Kogl, and he beat Ratcliffe on the touchline (rather too easily, if truth be told), and Hoeness rolled in the rebound after Southall's save. Briefly, there was the loudest silence I have ever heard, and then a huge roar as 50,000 blues got behind the team.
The second half went by in a blur, two relatively quick goals from Sharp and Gray, and then some tension, a Bayern goal would have put us behind in the tie. And then an absolute explosion, as 4 minutes from the end, Tricky Trevor sealed it. Party-time, singing, swaying terraces. We were thrown backwards and forwards several rows.
The best night ever at Goodison. 40 years, where did it go?
Incidentally, I have a large copy of the picture at the top of the article, signed by Andy Gray up on on my wall. It's always there as a reminder.

I was living in London at the time so I was, without doubt, on the same train from Euston as you, Paul. What a ride! That whole night was just unforgettably, brilliantly, chaotically, incredible. After it was all over I can remember going back with a couple of mates to Prescot in a euphoric daze for yet more beer (as that's where my parents lived at the time and I was staying for the night). In the pub, none of us could actually speak we'd sung and shouted ourselves so hoarse. But we still just about managed to make ourselves understood. The train back south the next morning was a nightmare - hungover to hell and no voice. But it was worth every last second. I will never, ever forget that night.