It probably was a mediocre game overall, but who cares and how many finals are great? You certainly remember the '83 League Cup match well. I was living in Manchester at the time, which made Barney's strike all the sweeter. Never thought the look on the face of a particularly disgusting, obese foul-mouthed tw@t seated nearby could be beaten until Ronnie Whelan curled in the winner. Oh yes.