I was living in Kings Langley, Hertfordshire at the time - and working in London. I remember banning my wife from the living room, sitting down and listening to live radio coverage on the BBC. I think that was the very first time that I had heard Argyle live (long before Sparksy, Radio Devon et al) and my excitement and pride were tempered with so much nerves and tension (especially after we scored and were hanging on) that I was physically shaking. Little was I to know that the same feeling would happen time and time again in the future (and still does) whenever I listened to live Argyle commentary. "Squeaky bum time" was not a term back in 1984 - but that's exactly what it was!