Sure he disallowed at least 3 tries.

I was in the changing ends brigade. I also remember the toilets under the scoreboard. As was the fashion at the time, we wore long baggy jeans that skimmed the floor. I always tucked my jeans into my socks before going in the toilets, otherwise they soaked up the contents like a wick.
The closest we have to pondlife at the HJ is the western end of the south stand, very uncouth lot.

In my head I'm transported there, the smell of the place (wintergreen and urine), the sounds of the place (the clanks of the turnstiles, speccies banging on the corrugated iron walls at the back of the Fletch, march of gladiators playing as the Wire took the field, derogatory chants concerning Eddie Waring), the feel of the place (being jammed in the Fletch with the world and his wife for an important game with an attendance announcement of 6,254 that made everyone chuckle, the grit that used to fall from the roof when the ball landed on it after a goal kick). If only I could actually be there and do it all again for one more time, as it was, and watch a game.

I used to change ends at half time, but for some games the gate between PLC and the away end was shut. I stood near PLC a few times, watching the two sets of fans goading each other when there was a lull in the action on the pitch.

Sat/stood near the dugouts as a kid, mithering for sockties! Then graduated to the Fletch with my school mates until Wilderspool shut in 2003. We were in the same school year as 'IndepenDance' who used to perform alongside the Starlights. Halcyon days indeed.

Ha ha I used to mither for sockties.

Who remembers the fire?

Remember going to Wilderspool the day after it happened, and just looked in disbelief at the charred remains of the old wooden stand. I was lucky enough to get my hands on two tickets for the opening game in the new stand, where (IFRC) we gave Hull FC a good pummelling.

Walk across the playing fields from my mum's on Burgess Ave, into Marshalls on the Causeway for a quarter of sweets, get told I was a sinner by a bloke in a bowler hat, buy the latest copy of T F & The Wire and then into the darkness under the Fletcher End and on to the terracing, always just to the right of the sticks. Throw some change at the guys with the blanket & then enjoy the 1st half. Always change ends at half time if we were attacking railway end.

I remember the fire, I remember the touchdown club, and Snookers & Fiesta on a Friday night (or Peppermint Gardens), and sitting in the new Bevan stand for A team games, where I had my moment of fame when they called out my car reg for being illegally parked and I had to shift it!

I've not lived in Warrington for 30 years but I was over the other weekend and drove down Fletcher St.....hard to believe there was ever a ground there (even though there is a blue plaque on the wall), and very hard to believe they've never done anything with the land.

Happy memories

Another one for stood to the side of the score board with my old man back in the day.

The joys of an old traditional stadium.

Yup @Wire71 my old man was at the match the night before the stand got burnt down, discarded cig wasn't it?

Nowadays we have been south stand bandits since the new place opened.

Some say it may not have been an accident ....

I used to stand near the tunnel at Wilderspool ,the smell of liniment didn't half clear the nostrils. I seem to remember a tea & Arrowsmith's pie kiosk at the corner of the main stand & Spion Kop.
Last time i was at Wilderspool was to watch the Wizards with my grandson.

Sometimes use to sit on them seats under the club, can’t believe even now how close to the pitch you was when sat there.

I guess you all refer to pondline corner as the small terrace under the hospitality boxes at the Fletcher st end?
As a child i stood in the Fletch but could never get a good view. Later moved to the open section (in summer) underneath the scoreboard. Maybe looking back with nostalgia but the place always made the hairs on the back of my neck stand up when you got onto the terrace. Not wure what is was. I can't really say i've had the same feeling when entering the HJ. Wilderspool could look a bit of a dump but it was a traditional RL ground with lots of history so it had a bit of an aura about it. I don't remember changing ends much. Maybe once or twice.

I'm amazed I out-survived Wilderspool tbh.

Negotiating the crumbling Fletcher St terraces whilst carrying 3 pints and still to sober up from the night before.

Visiting the WWI latrines that claimed to be the toilets.

Player of the Year awards in The Touchdown Club when the awards took second place to drunkeness of Led Zeppellin proportions.

2023 health and safety would have shut the whole site down instantly. Thankfully, we enjoyed it in a time when you didn't have to conduct a census to make sure you didn't offend anyone in the name of fun.