THIS WEEK I decided to remind myself of the magic of a Swindon Wembley final, appropriate because almost exactly 43 years ago came arguably the Town's greatest day.

With another final appearance just eight days away, I took myself back to the age of 13, when I was standing level with the edge of the penalty area.

It was that end of the ground that that body swerve took place.

Late into extra time, Division Three Swindon were level with the mighty Arsenal.

But Danny Williams had fashioned a side that caused one of the biggest upsets in any competition.

I can see it so plainly even to this day. Don Rogers, almost as spotless as when the game kicked off, ploughed through the Wembley mud, and left goalkeeper Bob Wilson floundering.

Even now it’s difficult to see how the Don did it. It's said that part of his secret was that he has one shoulder lower than the other, which made it difficult for defenders to know which way he was going.

All I know is the movement is as graceful as you'll see in any ballet. Absolute poetry in motion.

I urge you before our meeting with Chesterfield a week tomorrow, to watch it again. If you've never seen it, you must. Even just writing about it, I remember the feeling of elation and pride as Stan Harland held the League Cup aloft.

A promotion and cup double, has a lovely ring to it doesn't it?