The victory parade started on the outskirts of the city and made its way slowly down to the docks were one million people waited to celebrate number six. As usual, I was watching Liverpool on the telly. Chops and I talked about getting the overnight ferry from Belfast but I was the sensible one at 3 in the morning, mostly because I started to feel the effects of the triathlon earlier in the day. I couldn't even stay up another hour to watch what turned out to be one of the greatest shocks in boxing history when Andy Ruiz stopped Anthony Joshua. My mother in law told me she dated a Liverpool Echo photographer in the 60's and she produced a box with a photo of the 1965 FA Cup final victory parade he had given her. She gave it to me the day after Madrid as we all watched the victory parade as a family. There were incredible scenes when the bus entered the Strand - deafening noise, red smoke bombs going off, flags waving and so many people as the players swung scarves above their ...