Isn't it the case that when you're fourteen or so, you absolutely love that, though? I liked the sense of danger.
Boxing Day against Everton, 1968. The official figure (on this site) says only 53,000. Sorry, but I just don't believe that. We were crammed in like sardines on the Kippax. Easily the match at which I was most closely boxed in, anywhere, at any time. If you needed a piss — luckily,I never did, at that age — you were going to do it on the spot. No question of going down the steps for your Wagon Wheel at half-time, either.