"When I was a kid I used to go watch in the Boy's pen.  Sometimes the game would be at full capacity so you'd be outside and it'd be five to 3.  You'd be asking everyone.. 'You got a spare ticket mate?'..

Back then there were these big red doors and a few of the older lads started pushing against them.. then a bit harder.. and then as they opened we all just ran in, like a swarm of rats..

I was like a whippet.. darting up the steps waiting for a steward's hand on me' back but if you reached the Kop you would just disappear as everyone would hide you from the stewards.."