As a kid I remember the surrounding Coronation St type terraces, the labyrinth of back to back alleyways that surrounded the ground, drab grey and intimidating. Where opposition fans would be ambushed, spotted by young black(mind your car Mr) lads on Grifter bikes. The smell of cheap hot dogs and second hand Watneys bitter beer breath wafting through the air. Those tall imposing flood lights whilst queueing around the kippax to then pay on the gate through the cast iron turnstiles. The long steps up to the Kippax feeling so excited, despite knowing we would probably get thrashed yet again. The smell of Cigarettes wafting through the air to "You'll never take the Kippax" and "you're going home in a fuckin' ambulance".
I loved Maine road and I still miss the place. I wouldn't drive past Princess park way for several years, and when I did to glimpse across to where she used to be, I shed a tear. Alas, I loved you so much.
