my father watched the '85 european cup final, and i kinda watched it with him. honestly, all i remembered before i rewatched it was the stiped jersey and the war scenes before the match. i wasn't too interested in football and because of the disaster, the match started much later than scheduled, so i fell asleep during the first half. i just wanted to watch tv with my dad. i was 8.
then in '86 in mexico the hungarian nt was in the same group with france. i got a book about the world cup before the tournament, so i learned the players' names, collected panini stickers and stuff. that's when i became a football fan, and my favorite player was platini. yeah, i'm a platini bandwagoner.