I would have been about 8 if I remember correctly. My memory is a bit shit but in my head I remember it being Chelsea - think it would have around 1980/81??
My recollections of the day were:
1. Spending most of the game on my dads shoulders.
2. The surge when we scored.
3. Being amazed at all the people and how angry everyone seemed to be.
4. Pretty sure we lost.
The other thing I remember was people fighting as we left and my old man telling me not to tell man about it or I wouldn't be allowed to go again. Naturally I kept my mouth shut - not sure if that turned out to be a smart move looking back.