Some moments you remember all your life. One of mine happened 15 minutes after England won the World Cup in 1966. Like almost everybody else in the country, Plum, my wife of three months, and I had just watched the final on TV and were driving in my little red MG Midget to celebrate with friends. I was 25 and Plum was 21. People married young in those days.
It wasn't a particularly warm summer's day in Liverpool but we had the car's hood down anyway. We wanted everyone to see how happy we were.