I had a season ticket in H (left) at the top of the main stand with my dad. There was a little bar just though the tunnel, might have been the Roy Paul bar. Half time in that game was the only time i ever remember it absolutely rocking with songs at half time. Even the Main Stand moaners and coffin dodgers were euphoric. We had fallen so far behind them in the 1980s that the result meant more in some ways than a title win does these days. Imagine a starving man being suddenly and unexpectedly handed a mitchelin starred dinner.