No doubt you would have returned the crate in your own time 👍. Chicken Run was my first few games. Those were the days when coppers had the time to worry about such things!
My dad took me to my first game at the Goldstone in 1966... I'd been inspired by the world cup win. When my dad couldn't go due to his shift work at the Shoreham power station, my Uncle Joe used to take me.
Once I reached the grand (and random)age of 13, I was allowed to go with my schoolmates...