I remember watching Saints at Elland road the year they won the league. We scored at the death to make at 3-3 (Think it was Dowie) and the crowd surge on the terraces during the celebration was crazy. My Dad, brother and I were sent in different directions, people were screaming and hugging total strangers. My Dad lost his keys in the mayhem and we had to come back to the ground past a lot of really disgruntled Leeds fans to see if they'd been picked up. They had.
Great memory but also tinged with sadness, I'm the only surviving member of that trio.