I took my eighty five year old dad to the top of the West Upper for the England match a few years ago.
I thought he would have a heart attack going up all those stairs.
In the event it was me that was knackered!
My old grandad used to take me on the bus around 1968 and stick me down the front of the chicken run.
Nearly fifty years later I'm still a fanatic. We are both old but you are considerably older than me :thumbsup: