Has Paul written anything else, over the years, about Everton?

I have a fantastic (also well-known) photograph of Alex Young trying to go round Springett in that game and it might well have been the penalty incident.

Thanks Paul, really enjoyed that memory.

Like many others, I'd advertised my Goodison World Cup tickets, in exchange for a Cup Final ticket, in the Classified column of the Echo but there were no takers. As we didn't have a home phone I'd used my work number.

What a way for a young Evertonian to be brought up with our success that year, crowned off in August with the signing of Alan Ball...

Never to be forgotten.

I also saw every tie but couldn't get a ticket for Wembley so I flogged my expensive camera to a tout and paid eight quid for a ten-bob ticket in the Wednesday end where all of our goals went in.

I can't even describe the moment when Young miscontrolled, Jimmy Gabriel's through-ball and Derek Temple pouncing on it seemed to take a lifetime to cover the 30 yards before blasting it past Ron Springett to seal the greatest comeback in FA Cup history,

The following week, I think, I sat entranced watching the whole game again in Kirkby Labour Club, this time for a shilling... memories are made of this. COYB.

Not sure I can remember if we both kicked off at the same time? I do remember taking the piss out of my mates after the games, though!

Despite that awful referee, Jack Taylor, we won the cup – and should have won it again 2 years later against West Brom.

I went to every game except the final (i couldn't get a ticket) but watched it at home on black-and-white TV. Mam had the house decked out in blue and white rosettes and flags draped on the windows to piss off the red neighbours off.

I was in tears at 2-0 down but dancing round the parlour when the winner went in.

What a day to watch my first live cup final! I was in tears when we went two down but, when Mike Trebilcock's second went in, I remember screaming at my dad, "We're going to win it Dad." My voice hadn't broken yet so I must have sounded like a hysterical girl but nobody cares and a chap behind us said to my dad, "Yer lad's right. Just watch us go now mate."

There were tears of a different kind as I watched my heroes dancing around Wembley with the cup, my abiding memory being Mike Trebilcock wearing the lid like a hat. I can still recite the team line up from that day and have a DVD of the whole match which I play every so often just to remind me of the days when it was great to be an Evertonian.

For the next few months, in games of street football with my mates, I was Mike Trebilcock. Who else? Happy days indeed.

What about the homecoming!

One fella was eventually thrown out for being too loud, singing Everton songs as he was escorted up the aisle and thrown into Church Street. I knew his face, worked in the ship repair game, Nicky, can't recall his second name. I will always remember the look of pure joy on his face as he was led out – happy happy days.

Down by the corner flag where l was stood on my seat approaching full time, across came the angel Gabriel who took up position there and saw off any Wednesday player who had the temerity to think they could dispossess him. The ball was stuck to his skillful boot and was going nowhere. A few moments later the final whistle went and the din, the outpourings from all Evertonia had to be heard to be believed. It was spiritual!

I never had experienced anything like it before and never will again. From Eddie's mazy run across the lush green turf dumping constables as he went, to Derek Temple's direct line to glory, so many memories in my mind's eye that can never be removed.

Sadly I've lost touch with the lads I used to go to the match with in those days although I went to this Final on my own as none of the others had tickets!

Born a blue, but from that day Everton came in to my life and will never leave till the day I die.

About the 'Sack Catterick, Keep Young' banner, I have always rembered it as having been displayed in March 1964 at a different game but in similar circumstances.

This is how I remember it but I may well be wrong so I wonder if anyone else agrees.

March 14 1964 - Fred Pickering makes his debut in place of Alex Young and scores a hat-trick so that any criticism of the change is muted.

March 21 - Roy Vernon is suspended but instead of making the obvious change and bringing back Young, Catterick hands a league debut to Colin Harvey. Everton win at Blackburn 2-1 to go to first in the table so again there is little room for criticism.

March 27 (Good Friday) - Harvey keeps his place but has an awful game in a 1-1 draw with West Brom (documented in Colin's book 'Everton Secrets').

March 28 (Easter Saturday) - The 'Sack Catterick' banner is displayed at Goodison before or possibly during the game. Harvey is dropped and Young is brought back in his place. Everton beat Blackpool 3-1 to keep alive the chance of retaining the League title.

It seems like that banner, which I think mispelt Catterick's name, could have appeared at either game - or possibly both. There were probably a couple of other times in Young's time at Goodison under Catterick where it could also have been on display.

https://www.gettyimages.com/photos/harry-catterick

By half-time, the mood was dire, anyhow some bloke got on his knees and somehow we cleared enough space and he very loudly asked for divine intervention. It lightened the mood and at full-time I felt it proved both the existence of a divine being and which football team he supported.

My relatives set off back to Liverpool straight after the game, but I made my way to Trafalgar Square (I was 19 and stupid) and joined several hundred Everton fans in the fountain. Eventually, absolutely soaked and cold, I made my way back to Exeter arriving in my hall of residence about 2 am. There I promptly let off all the fire alarms and for my efforts I was fined the sum of 㾶 later on. (To give you some idea of how big a fine that was, my ticket for Wembley cost 7s/6d or 37½p).

It was worth every penny and it is alongside the victory over Fulham at the end of 1962-63, the day I most remember from my Everton supporting past.

Good point about the homecoming.

I was at St George's Hall along with what seemed like millions. The atmosphere was incredible.

I just hope the kids of today see some success and enjoy similar elation.

When players like Jimmy Gabriel, Gordon West and Alex Young returned to the side for the FA Cup, there was a very confident and carnival atmosphere. I clearly remember banners saying “Everton Nap 66” such was the certainty it would be a successful cup campaign.

Some people hated Catterick and would continue to do so despite his success because they had so admired John Carey, his predecessor. But Catterick was a great Evertonian and a canny and forward-looking manager. He must be spinning in his grave to see a man of Allardyce's football philosophy and personal ethical standards running the club.

We thought we'd get to St George's Hall by getting there about 3 hours before the team were due there.

We got to the corner of London Road and that was it!

I think the furthest we actually got was somewhere by the Empire by the team arrived and heard all the way up London Road was solid.

I had relatives at various places along the route to town and it sounded incredible the amount of people that met them on the way in.

God knows how many turned out that day.

The last 30 years have seen us completely lose our identity as a club whose ethos has stood proudly around teams playing in that fashion.

Dave (#1) – I have written a few articles about Everton on the @ByFarBlog site; I'll send some to Lyndon for his consideration.

Graham (#18) – you may be right about the banner. Colin Harvey recalled it as being at the Sunderland game but footballers' memories can be unreliable as Brian Labone in Talking Blue claims the Blackpool game took place in the summer!

Peter (#23) – I agree that Catterick's achievements have never been given the recognition they deserve. Rob Sawyer's book on Harry is excellent, worth a read.

Loved the stories of how people got their tickets. My Dad had, like many others, advertised for a ticket in the Echo. On the Thursday before, he got a phone call and was told to be outside St Luke's that afternoon. A guy came up to him and started asking him questions about Everton, which my Dad answered.

He then gave my Dad a ticket for cost price as he couldn't go and wanted to make sure a genuine Blue got it!

I was 10 in 1966 and had to make do with a World Cup ticket instead.

Happy days which seem so far off now!

I got my ticket off Tom Finney, the PNE and England footballer. I met him at the semi-final versus Man Utd, made a fuss of him as he was one of my all-time great footballers. I wrote to him, apologised for making him blush with my (genuine) praise for him and asked him was there any chance of selling me a ticket.

A week later, me wife said there's a letter on the mantelpiece for you, and there it was: a cup final ticket off Tom Finney! He never asked for anything, just said he thought it was going to a genuine Everton supporter.

I sent him something for the ticket and, the first game of the next season, met by accident at Goodison – he was writing for the News of the World. I thanked him properly and got his autograph, a very humble person, but a lot of great people are like that, you don't realise how good they are.

I was at Burnden Park for the semi-final and was behind the goal into which Harvey's mishit goal sent us through to the final. My reading of that goal was that Colin tried a swinger and caught the ball with his heel. The mishit deceived Harry Greg, the Man Utd keeper, who scrambled back across his line but failed to stop the ball from hitting the back of the net.

I also was at Wembley on that unforgettable day. Somewhere in rural southern England, me and my mates were still celebrating and sadly missed the teams grand homecoming.

The FA Cup final was THE biggest game of the season and was a regular former of allegiance for my generation.

Some changed the next year and so on, but that was my moment and it gives me goosebumps even today.

Proud to be an Evertonian then and still as proud today (even if there is a lot that currently needs to be put right at this great club of ours).