I remember the home derby, forget the exact year, when they started building the new estate on upper Lloyd St, Tommy Johnson walk, Fred Tilson close, and all the bricks were along the edge of the site on upper Lloyd St, unbelievable brick fight before and after the game everyone was getting hit, men, women, kids and coppers both sets of fans going crazy throwing full bricks at one another.
During the match there was bricks flying back and forth across the Kippax and the no man’s land which then was just the rope from top to bottom, that noise as bricks and bottles were thrown up into the metal roof trusses you never forget it if you were there in those years, and also the young female blue launching a full scalding hot bovril drink into the face of a rag as they walked up the tunnel after he’d made some comment about her. Certainly no pavement dancers back then, it happened every week every ground up and down the country, you did what you had to do.