I was on a camping trip with my boxing club and we went to Sandwich in Kent for the week. They took us to a church hall to watch the final. About 60 people in total gathered around a ten inch black and white TV. I hated football at the time and I was bored out of my head. I could have cried when it went to extra time and couldn’t understand what everyone was getting excited about. I did win the fishing competition though and I still have my medal, engraved 'Steve (Mottie), 1st, 1966'.

