The South Stand. The champions. And that feeling.

11 September 1994. Elland Road. Leeds United 2–1 Manchester United.

Decades later, I can still remember the feeling of being sat in the South Stand watching it all unfold.

This wasn’t just any win. This was Manchester United. The champions. And, of course, Eric Cantona coming back to Elland Road. There was a little bit extra riding on that one. We all knew it. Getting one over on them was sweet enough; getting one over on Eric made it that bit sweeter.

And then there was David Wetherall’s goal. A centre-half with the composure of a number 10. Ball drops to him and, rather than leathering it into Row Z, he produces this wonderfully classy right-footed finish. Bedlam.

The South Stand erupted. People jumping on top of each other, complete strangers hugging, scarves in the air and that unmistakable Elland Road roar. By the final whistle, we’d got them. 2–1. Leeds United.

And as sweet as that afternoon was, we weren’t quite finished with them. We’d repeat the feat the following year: Christmas Eve 1995, back at Elland Road, a 3–1 win over Manchester United. Not a bad Christmas present, that.

There are football matches you watch and forget about by the following weekend. Then there are the ones where, decades later, you can still remember where you were sitting, who was around you and exactly how it felt when that ball hit the net.

That was one of them for me.

Football has changed a fair bit since 1994. But that feeling of beating your rivals at home?

You can’t manufacture it.

MOT.