Back in the early 80s...
I was a regular in the Stretford end, in those days there was a fence down the centre of it seperating it into a North and South side.. or in reality a left and right side... I often went in the South side of the stand and used to get in there early as a kid and sit on the bar near the corner flag, poke my boney knees through the railings and stay there for the whole match.... as close to my heroes as possible...
One time we got there late, now when I say late, I mean 2pm for a 3pm KO, in those days the ground was getting full by 2pm, this was a combination of the fact you could get a pint in the ground, there was a quality pre match sing song.... and it was pay on the turnstiles... so if you got there too late... you may not get in...
Anyhow.. I arrived at 2pm, we were only playing Oxford United.. but there was no where that a short arse kid could see the game, and my usual spec on the bar near the corner flag had been snaffled long ago...
Our only option was to climb onto the roof of the toilets at the back of stand... up we got and had a right old party, we were black with dust as it was covered in shite up there, but I seem to recall we won 2-0 and climbed down happy, looking like a bunch of chimney sweeps...
One of the things I distinctly remember about going as a kid was...
52p return on the bus... 90p to get in... 25p for a programme and 50p for chips
£2.17 for the whole day out.... leaving me with £1.33 from my hard earned paper round...
How many kids can earn enough money to follow the lads today? That is a sad thought.... none of 'em can ever experience that joy...