I don't care that it had four mismatched stands - a shop in a portacabin, and was so shit that I remember going away to Luton and seeing their executive boxes, and thinking - wow - one day we might have a ground like this. It was home, and on Derby day the main stand would vibrate with boos when they read out the Unit++ed team, Helen would ring her bell, and the Kippax would surge left to right all game long. It was a very very special place, and I lived in Newlyn Street, just off he Kippax, and would be home to check the scores on TeleText even before the players were back in the tunnel. Wonderful days.