Reading through the thread sure is bringing a tear to the eye and a lump to the throat I can tell you. Never been to the tesco and never will every time I drive past it guts me.
Me and me Dad used to park on the car park near the old police station and walk down I used to walk ahead keen as mustard to get a space on the wall as I was a nipper and on the way to the ground me Dad throwing little tomato bud things at me which grew were the grand arcade is now and pretending it wasn't him and me throwing them back at him.

then walking through the club shop in one end out the other and having a go of the claxons/clackers (thing what you swing round and makes a scraping noise) and the initial panic of going through the gate and being on me own in stadium while me dad qued up.
If I coudn't get on the wall I used to sit on the barriers in the popular side and try to balance whilst 20 000 blokes ducked underneath me without knocking me off going for a pint/.
Me Dad nearly scrapping with some bloke because he put his son infront of me on the wall so I couldn't see so the bloke did one.
A player called Bright Sodje for Hull kr/Sheffield who I called soggy butty
Watching England v Fiji in the 95 world cup over the douglas stand I was under the girder and Paul Cook kicked for touch and I tried to wriggle from under the girder and it whacked me on the arm and it ragged I was only 10.
Wigan v Canterbury in 97 and was it Canberra aswell???
Being amazed by Andrew Farrar being able to kick the ball higher than the stand and getting him mixed up with Andrew Farrell