Ah, the memories...............

Being crammed in like sardines when we played Australia and again when we played in the first world club challenge......
Watching Greame west come running out on his debut and thinking he was a giant..........
Watching Nicky Du-toit dive headfirst over a line of defenders to score a try.............
The crappy shed where they used to sell player profile cards ( I think they were cards? ) and souveneirs etc.............
The pies................Fighting my way back from the bar with a dozen meyt n prater pies for my older brother and all his mates.........
The beer................
Some once shouting at Gerry Kershaw " you couldn't referee a rice puddin'" - I never understood that one!
Ian Roberts' debut and then seeing him cry at the press conference when he left...............
The "boo boys" having a go at Shaun Edwards when he was having a shocker.............

I could go on all night....
Ah the memories...........

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