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Preferred a milk crate myself. It got invaded by 3 Chelsea supporting kids during the 1973 cup match.I stood my ground and hung on to my quarter of the crate. ‘You’ll never take the milk crate!’(Unless you were that copper who confiscated it outside the Chicken Run following complaints from...

My dad took me to my first home match in 1970, a 0-0 with Torquay Utd. We watched from the Chicken Run.Subsequent requests to go in the North Stand were met with a firm ‘No!’ I remember going to Millwall with him, Easter 1976, 3-1 loss. We were surrounded by loads of their Herberts who were...