I really miss the terracing and standing on the old Kippax. On a Saturday afternoon travelling down with your mates and able to pay on the gate and stand where you wanted with who you wanted, that's how football should be. Used to get in nice and early and make my way to where the segregation was to stand with the same faces and have a laugh. The songs would start a good hour before kick off and I can't think of an away support that came that we didn't drown out and take the piss out of mercilessly. If we were visited by a particularly gobby set of supporters we'd take great delight in all turning as one following a goal and climbing up the railings to take the piss across 'no mans land'. Some would call that aggresive or childish, but backl then it was done with good humour and rarely spilled over into violence.
The best days though were the derby games, in extra early and the whole length of the Kippax alive and buzzing with excitement. As the 'If you hate Man Utd clap your hands' chant started I would turn to my right and the whole stand would have their hands outstretched in the air waiting to clap in uinison all the way through to the corner flag where the Kippax ended. Some great days and memories and I still miss it.
The best days though were the derby games, in extra early and the whole length of the Kippax alive and buzzing with excitement. As the 'If you hate Man Utd clap your hands' chant started I would turn to my right and the whole stand would have their hands outstretched in the air waiting to clap in uinison all the way through to the corner flag where the Kippax ended. Some great days and memories and I still miss it.