Remember the night well. I was 14 at the time and for reasons i don't undertsand to this day decided not to go to the game.

Me, my cousin and my dad (all Hibbys obviously) went to my next door neighbours, who is a yam, to watch it. By the time the 6th went in we had all lost the plot and were going absolutely mental, whilst said neighbour sat with his face tripping him. His mood was futher lowered when his wife came home and asked why he didn't celebrate Camerons goal, he said there was no point and when his missus, who knows hee haw about football, continued to push the point he totally snapped and went storming out the house, cue a few Hibs songs and general pi55 taking.

Brilliant, brilliant night and for about half a season that team played some of the finest football i've seen any Hibs team play.