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That was October '83, my first ever game at the Goldstone, they behaved like animals. I don't ever remember them being given the North Stand since, and it had a roof from 84-85 season.

Losing my footing in the North Stand after celebrating a goal, I instinctively grabbed the arm of the guy standing next to me to stop myself from falling to the ground, not a good place to go down when you're packed in like sardines in a tin. I failed to stay on my feet and received a good...