Hilsborough 2003.

Magical night - evening game at an iconic ground, amazing turnout from the Green Army and the realisation that yes - we were the real deal and promotion was a formality if we kept our key players fit.

Friio, Trigger, Cocko and the much maligned Steve Adams were all superb that night, the spine of team was set, we looked way too good for League 1. Only a late consolation stopped it from being the complete performance. How it made me smile that when we got back into the car and tuned into the local radio - the first three callers i heard all said the same thing - we played the winners of the league tonight - a truly magical feeling coming away from an Argyle away victory and having complete faith in the manager, the goalkeeper, the defence, the midfield and the forwards. No doubting the formation, the commitment or talent of anyone involved. I dont ever remember that feeling before or since!

Great shout, what a night that was. We'd just put 5 past Port Vale on their patch the previous Saturday as well if I remember rightly. What a performance and what a season that was.

Which, I think, has to be mine.

After seeing Argyle lose away from home so much over the years, including at Port Vale on more than one occasion, it was a revelation to see us take a side apart so easily on their own turf.

It also included that goal from Friio, which, like the Hargreaves one at Reading in the FA Cup, you just knew was going in as soon as it left his foot. I was right behind the goal.

Happy days.

That Hillsborough game takes some beating. We were outrageously good and it was bouncing in our end that night.

Some of the performances in Holloway's spell were fantastic too.. Sunderland away 3-2 was an epic

That Sunderland game was fun. I was up there with 2 Sunderland fans, one of whom was commentating on it for local radio. We went out in Newcastle in the evening and the Geordies were loving it that we had turned Sunderland over.

A rare Chadwick winner - I was there for another at Reading in 2005 (although that one went in off his arse). Another great day out....

I was also going to say the 3-0 at Forest, we never looked like conceding.

But I will go for the 8-1 at Hartlepool, despite the game being irrelevant due to Port Vale winning. That Shelton team was consistently the best team as not only were we difficult to beat, but we played brilliant football.

Maybe not the best quality game, but one of my favourite 45 minutes was the second half away to Rushden in the 2001/2 season.

I was also going to say the 3-0 at Forest, we never looked like conceding.

But I will go for the 8-1 at Hartlepool, despite the game being irrelevant due to Port Vale winning. That Shelton team was consistently the best team as not only were we difficult to beat, but we played brilliant football.

... apart from a couple of crucial games that cost us, i. e. at home to Cardiff near the end of the season and of course, at home to Burnley.

We blew that season at Brighton (Goldstone Ground) we were 1-0 up, ref gave a very dodgy penalty (I almost ran on the pitch as I was next to a open gate) and then Dikov (on loan from Arsenal) scored on the 90th minute.

I was also at that Forest game. It was a great win which went a long way to making us safe and sending them down.

Gary Megson was getting slaughtered by the Forest fans and the injured Friio was watching from the stand as his old team put it across his new one.

When we eventually got back to the car after watching the last hour of cricket down the road at Trent Bridge whilst the traffic cleared, the very first caller on 606 that night was a Forest fan bitterly complaining that it was 25 years to the day that they had beaten the mighty Ajax to reach the European Cup Final and now they had just lost 3-0 at home in a relegation 6-pointer to a team from Cornwall with Ginseng on their shirts!

We blew that season at Brighton (Goldstone Ground) we were 1-0 up, ref gave a very dodgy penalty (I almost ran on the pitch as I was next to a open gate) and then Dikov (on loan from Arsenal) scored on the 90th minute.

We really should have gone up that season, all of the pieces were in place for us to kick on again.

We all know the disastrous consequences of that blown promotion bid and although we will never know, I sometimes wonder how far the Club might have gone if we had been promoted.

I'd always go for Leeds away in the FA cup in 1973, it was the Leeds (minus Bremner and Gray who I think were injured) but including all the other assassins in white. Ernie Machin dominated midfield and when Rickard sneaked in to head home.......we never really looked like losing, but of course history shows we did.

I would have to back to the 2011/2012 season when we played Bradford City home. Not the best game in the world but walking away from the ground was satisfying, you just knew from that point on that we had a great chance of staying in the Football League. If we had not won that day then who knows where we would be.

Chesterfield January 2004 at HP. We were unstoppable that day. Those first 18 minutes were dizzy.

I remember the guy next to me turning to me when we got a corner in the last minute. It was 6-0. He said "I've seen 6, but never 7." I replied jokingly "Friio will head this in for his hat-trick." Lo and behold...

Several of the games already mentioned are right up there, but I'd
go for the 2-1 win at Birmingham, League Cup quarter final 1974, after
the QPR game (which I couldn't go to).

In the middle of the Winter of Discontent, the game was played on a
Wednesday afternoon. Dad took a day off work and surprisingly let me
take a day off school, so with a friend of his and a friend of mine we travelled
up on the train.

Sat behind the goal where Alan Welsh equalized and Steve Davey scored
"the goal that beat the cameras", we were ecstatic; much to the annoyance
of some very stroppy Brummies who'd thought they were nailed on for the semi-final.

Mine will always be the 2-1 win at Millwall in 1967.....we had only got two away points that season up to then.
They had not been beaten at home in the league for 59 games.
Going to that game was like going to your own execution....not the slightest chance of avoiding an humiliating afternoon at the Den.
Left in total shock....Millwall hooligans searching for green and white scarves....the team coach going back to Plymouth on a freezing evening with smashed windows ....me in my car not celebrating until I got to Blackheath.