I remember that Megson debut match at Oldham as well. On the plastic pitch as I recall. There used to be only away two turnstiles at Boundary Park, and when we got there, there was a massive queue for one, but nobody queuing at the other.
Me and my brother walked up to the empty one and were searched by a big fat copper with a tache. We looked over and at the one with the queue, there was a really fit policewoman on searching duties, with loads of pissed up older blues wolf-whistling and shouting 'for f***'s sake, woman, keep your hands to yourself' as she frisked them down.
At half time, a slightly oddball looking St John Ambulance man was leading a blanket coin collection around the pitch, with Oldham fans good-naturedly and gently lobbing coppers onto the sheet as he and his oppos paraded the perimeter of the pitch. When they got to the open away end, I don't think he was expecting us to give him anything. How wrong he was. What can only be described as a machine-gun fusillade of shrapnel rained down on him, full-pelt coin throwing from the Blues for about a minute, to the point that he was decked and his St John's hat fell off.
Fair play, though, he eventually staggered to his feet and started picking up all the coins. Whereupon it started again . . .