Mostly Fletcher Street End. I was superstitious about it during the Jonathan Davies era because we were generally winning, so I wanted to go in the same part every week, slightly to the left of the posts.

The superstition stopped working soon after Davies left so I started to roam around more. Still mostly the Fletcher Street End for the big games with the big crowds but when the crowds were thinner I'd watch some games in Pondlife. You would get some good wisecracking banter in there from the cynical old timers but there were idiots too who could ruin it. Worst was if you got a group of young lads who had spent a few hours getting tanked up in the Original Wire before the game. The "Stone Island" type.

In the last few years at Wilderspool I started going to the section to the right of the Bevan stand, close to the touchline. Most of my memories of the DVDV/Plange/Cullen era are from there.

I was to be found on 'Windy Corner' at the Fletcher Street End, just to the side of the scoreboard. Handy spot for both the bar (though in pre-summer rugby times, I was more likely to have what optimistically passed for a coffee) and the toilets (which rarely passed for toilets).

We either stood on the halfway line by the dug out, or literally underneath Geordie's drum. Did get wacked a few times there. Watched 2 games in the boxes. One against Cas, ended 6-8 and Wilson scored our try... if memory serves.

What? There were latrines behind the Fletch? I thought one just relieved themselves where one was stood. Sort of added to the atmosphere. The smell of Urine and Wintergreen on the palate.

I used to change ends. The best place to be in a rugby league ground is behind the sticks of where your team is scoring. There is no other way.

My Grandad told me that back in the day it was reasonable practice to urinate through a rolled up match day programme skilfully directed to the floor. Particularly useful if you are at Odsal with 100,000 spectators rammed in.

Does anyone recall the tea/coffee/soup man that walked about the touchline with a space-age backpack of beverages?

What about the blanket for coins hurled from all directions?

Being greeted by that bloke in the bowler shouting, "look at all these sinners" while walking down Fletcher Street.

Used to stand near pond life corner.was fun and games when hull and hull kr came to town.. especially that cup game v hull when we were robbed blind by that ****** Billy Thompson got a bit tasty...there was a guy who sat in the stand above us sure his name was Albert had a booming voice he came out with some X rated comments about referees...happy days

stood under the clock with my dad when old enough went selling programs great days

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.