The other oft told story was a game against Castleford when I dragged my brother along to go and watch. We're standing on the popular side just in front of a couple of guys in their sixties or so as the Cas team come out to train. From behind us, we hear the now immortal words, "Bloody hell! If that bloody Sampson gets any bigger, he'll need his own postcode!" which resulted in the pair of us falling about laughing. I used to enjoy sometimes standing near the older generation of supporter, as the stories you heard them telling were fantastic about Billy and Eric and various others, and their sense of humour in that broad Wigan accent was just great.

One of my favourite memories was of my dad sending me running round to the pop stand terrace from our seats at the back of the pop stand to see what score it was when we'd lost track as we couldn't see the scoreboard from our seats. Great days.

Now you say it I do. Half of the lights used to be missing of it half the time too.

When there was a red card it showed an electronic image of a player trudging off with a bowed head and IIRC it said 'Early Bath'

Getting our butts kicked by Widnes in the Regal Trophy final. Davies destroyed us before half time. We were lucky to beat Salford in the semi to be fair.

I can always remember the last match at CP I was stood right in the middle of the popular stand and opening try where Robinson made a break and Betts finished the move under the posts and the screaming noise nearly blew my ear drums out