As part of the 40th anniversary celebrations of England's 4-2 win over West Germany in the 1966 World Cup final, BBC Sport wants to hear from you!
Perhaps you, or a relative, were one of the people on the pitch who thought it was all over just as Geoff Hurst teed up the shot for his hat-trick goal?
Do you remember how the whole country was boosted by Alf Ramsey's men - the dancing in the streets, the euphoria, the spirit and the glory?
BBC Sport is putting together a TV programme where ordinary people give their stories of 1966.
Of how a nation became embroiled in one of the greatest dramas in English sporting and social history.
This is your chance to be part of a recreation of an era - and possibly appear on TV, sharing your memories with us all.
You don't have to have been on the Wembley turf or on the terraces, just one of the lucky ones to remember how the length and breadth of the country rejoiced when football came home.
Use the form on the right of this page to tell us your stories, and don't forget to include your contact details.
I remember, as a young boy following England through every single match except the final itself. Unfortunately on that afternoon I had to chaperone my sister to the cinema to watch Cecil B DeMille's 'The Ten Commandments'. I have been an atheist ever since.
I was 19 and cycling through Wales in the summer of 1966. I happened to be in Camarthen when the game was played. I found it odd that the streets of the town were deserted. I went into a pub for refreshment and found it crammed and everyone's eyes glued to the TV set.
Although I had grown up playing football (soccer to me), my interest in the World Cup up to this point had been marginal. But I discovered that day how infectious the World Cup fever was. By the time the match was in its final minutes, I was as much an Englishman as anyone else in that pub. And when Bobby scored the goal to put England ahead, I recall all of us, young and old, Welshmen and a rather unkempt American, leaping to our feet in a shared moment of pure and inimitable joy.
John Carroll, British Columbia, Canada
In 1966 I was a member of the England Supporters Association (No. 1043) and I had tickets for all 10 matches played in London - nine at Wembley and one at White City. At that time I lived in Kenton and at the final I was surrounded by people from all around the world. When it came to "where do you come from?" I was embarrassed to have to admit "from the end of the road".
Many years later, in 1984, my wife and I were lunching at a restaurant on the edge of the Pacific at Vina del Mar in Chile when we were approached by a tall gentleman who said "I don't get many chances to use my English, could I talk to you?"
We chatted about various things and he asked: "Did you see the 1966 World Cup on television?" and we replied: "we didn't see it on TV; we were there." He then asked if we thought that the referee was justified in sending Rattin off - we said yes. He was so agitated at this stage that we had to calm him down by talking about the Falklands War.
Before he left us he put his leather-covered cigarette case on the table, and on it in gold letters was the name "Rattin"
Ron Thomson, England
I sat at the World Cup Final at Wembley with my knees in George Best's back. Can't remember how he reacted but Mike Summerbee and David Sadler got very excited. Amazing day out on the train to and from Manchester.
Howard Millerman, England
I was 11 when the game was played. I lived only about two miles from Wembley and the group match v France (in which Jimmy Greaves was injured) was the first senior game I ever saw 'live'.
My memory of the game is of watching it on TV but being able to turn the sound down and hear the roar when England equalised for 1-1. I was eating a ham roll in the 89th minute of normal time - and I half choked on it when Weber equalised!
At the end of the game I popped out to the shops and the German team bus was driving back from Wembley (to Hendon?). I waved out to Franz Beckanbauer who was friendly and sporting enough to smile and wave back.
Paul Gibbens , England
I was living in Malta at the time of the World Cup and was watching the match on Italian TV while listening to BBC World Service. As the match went into extra time the BBC switched to the Shipping Forecast, then went back to the match which now had a few minutes difference between the picture and the sound. So when England won the World Cup we were able to celebrate twice, within a few minutes.
Alan Gatley, England
I was eight years old at the time and I remember the whole tournament. I can remember watching the first game against Uruguay and going to school the next day and someone saying "well we haven't lost yet".
The day of the final I remember the butcher's boy delivering meat in the morning with his bike decorated in England stuff. I watched the match with my mum and dad and brother on our black and white set. Will never forget it. Clearly remember all the goals going in. especially the German equaliser and the two extra time goals.
Mark Pearse, England
My dad, now 70, was at the final with his brother. He can't remember a thing. The fans were getting beered up even then!
Angela Ford, England
As a 10-year-old boy I remember being sat on the sofa watching the final as Ken Wolstenholme said "some people are on the pitch, they think its all over", just as Geoff Hurst smashed in his third goal and me shouting at the top of my voice "IT IS NOW" exactly in time with Ken.
I still have vivid memories of Bobby Moore, and what a wonderful player he was and from that day to this, because of him, (with a little help from Geoff and Martin Peters ) I have been a West Ham supporter. Which is not easy living in Yorkshire - I've even had to buy an Aston Villa shirt and take the badge off.
Bobby Moore has been, and always will be my hero and though I never met him I feel no shame in admitting, that the only men's deaths at which I've cried, are my Grandad, my Dad and Bobby Moore. C'mon U Irons.
Phil Shaw, England
I was at Wembley for the final with five mates. We all had a pipkin of beer - that is five pints. We were standing at one end of the ground. At full time I was dying to go to pass water but didn't dare to go in case I lost my space. The 10-match ticket only cost £3 10shillings - best value ever.
Alan Haycock, UK
My Dad was a German prisoner of war who married and settled in the UK. We were on holiday at the time in Tenby and he managed to get an invite back to a house from a crowd in a local pub; the only non-partisan in the group!
When Germany got that late equaliser he was the only one to cheer, having kept quiet for the whole match. With unwanted attention now focussed on him he nervously watched the extra time. For him, it was a mixture of relief and sadness that Germany lost, his hosts' aggression now mellowed by joyous victory. For Heinz, it was yet another defeat.
Ken Doerr, UK
Then aged 13 and at annual Scout Camp near Tunbridge in Kent we listened to the Final on a transistor radio. Our scout troop had travelled to Kent that summer from Hemel Hempstead and I can still remember the feeling of stillness that made us all think ..."what's extra time?".
Kevin Egan, England
Who could ever forget that day. As a family we were heading to Dover in the family Ford Consul en route to Spain. Four kids as excited as we could be - with two stressed out parents. The tent was packed in a trailer, with of all things, two wheel barrow wheels to keep it on the road. We listened to the match on the radio.
My most magical moment came when we were hopelessly lost in Paris - my dad stopped the car, and wound down the window to ask a local Parisien for help. In turn he burst into "Viva Bobby Charlton - viva Bobby Charlton" and proceeded to almost drag my father out of the car window. I've just moved to the US after 11 years living in France, and in all of that time I never met a Parisian as happy as the old guy that we met in 1966!! Oh, and yes we did make it to Spain - they knew how to make wheel barrow wheels in those days...
Roy Jones, USA
I remember my dad watching German football every Saturday on TV and me telling him that this was so boring and that I'd never play the game myself. I was only nine years old when I watched the World Cup final on telly and I was absolutely fascinated by the whole atmosphere, the singing, the flags and the scarves. It was the day I became a fan of football and of the English national side. I have been supporting England ever since to an extent where my friends would give me the nickname "the Englishman" of which I'm very proud.
Ernie Bernardy, Luxembourg
We won the world cup on my 16th birthday. I watched the final in the afternoon and had a wonderful party in the evening. At that point I didn't feel that life could get any better. everyone was filled with joy, passion and a feeling that the world (and in particular England) was a wonderful place to be.
Harry James, England
I have lived in Brazil since 1954 and will always remember the day that my England won the World Cup, At that time I had a mechanics garage and we were listening to the match on the radio and naturally in Portuguese. When Hurst scored the controversial goal the Brazilian running commentator kept repeating, what a wonderful goal and why doesn't the referee give the goal.
But the next day all the newspapers said that the ball came down outside the goal. When I was listening but there was a lot of noise with buses and things in the street that I thought Hurst's second was a German equaliser. But luckily, I was wrong. That night I took my wife out for a superb dinner so this year I should like to do this again.
John Smith, Brazil
I was a nine year old when they won in 1966 but the memories are still fresh. We had a very modest black and white television and we lived in a very small house. My father, a 6 feet 4 inch man not given to much emotion was encouraging me and my siblings to sit and watch; against our wishes. The room was quite small and he filled it.
Then Geoff Hurst scored his first goal after the gloom of Uwe Seeler's opener. All of a sudden my father is leaping around kissing the television set, hugging the kids, picking up my mum and twirling her around! From then we stayed glued to the set and my life long love of the game was forged right there.
The next morning I recall trying to make world cup winners medals out of silver milk bottle tops and reading every word I could about this victorious and magnificent team. I will go to my grave thinking of Ken Wolstenholme's words "they think it's all over, it is now!" Gosh, the tears are coming as I write this! What memories.
John Harlow, Texas, USA
Was on holiday in Italy with parents and friend from quarter final onwards. Saw the semi against Portugal stood on a wall overlooking a bar in Liguria. Splashed out for the final and decided to go to a bar and watch in comfort. Chose a really attractive looking bar and walked in to find it full of Germans. Not to show any fear we took seats and watched the whole thing from there. Satisfaction guaranteed.
My recollection was as a nine-year-old watching the game with my dad. With each England goal, our neighbour across the street would run out and do a cartwheel and plant the union jack on his front lawn.
Well, he must have thought that the game was over and hadn't expected a fourth goal or he was caught spending a penny because on the fourth goal he did the same routine naked.
Mark Maskens, Canada