Was a few yards up and behind the guy that threw the bottle from the jungle.
Small, pinch-faced fella in one of those tartan-checked furry collar jackets, been smashing a half bottle with his 2 mates all game. Me and my pals, just teens, watched the full flight of the empty (kudos for that), as it arced up and away over any clown's heid, landed harmlessly on the pitch.
All hell broke loose, but Celtc pumped them good and proper. Hans Krankl, captain, big world cup star - lost any admiration for him as he constructed the narrative by walking his underperforming side off in protest. Total nonsense, cheating bastard Nazi scum backed by the aryan sympathisers in UEFA at the time; punished us ridiculously for ZERO. A sham.
Old Trafford re-match was my first 'foreign' away game, bussed down and back, crazy night., absolute bastards to get away with that win. Fuck them forever.