CHRIS DUNLAVY looks at the teams who found their moment of glory in the old European Cup Winners’ Cup

LIKE Uncle Albert, the ginger one out of Harry Potter or the other lass from Destiny’s Child, the Cup Winners’ Cup was always a bit of a third wheel.
While the European Cup had prestige and the UEFA Cup boasted the best of the rest (honestly, it was good once), the poor old CWC was populated by the waifs and strays of the continent.
Essentially, it was the Commonwealth Games of European football – worth winning, good experience, but let’s not pretend you h...