v. Leicester, Savage & Mike Riley 2001. 9 men. 94th minute equaliser. I'd have happily strangled Riley with one of Savage's dismembere legs.
No lack of atmosphere there.
There were great days at Burnden. Many but let's not overlook the dull, lifeless, defeats against Hartlepool & Exeter. Rain pouring through roofs, standing 2" of piss going for a slash in an ever reducing terracing ... nor the fckg Normid.