Me and my late brother rammyblues were stood in that sunken terrace along the side of the touch line, in line with the 18 yard box, at the end, where Dennis scored or didn't score as it happened.
I was 6' 2" then and that sunken terrace was something to behold, what a crap view.
You could only see the ankles of the players on the pitch dreadful.
I seem to remember there was a quite a bit of fighting after the game as we were escorted back to the railway station, to get on the football special. Happy happy days, a great time to be a young adult with the footie and the music scene back then.
After me mam had taken board off me, I just spent all my money on City, concerts, beer, and buying LP's. Funny enough I'm just sorting my vinyl LP collection out, so many memories in those records thats for sure.