Well, there were so many and everyone had their favourite place to climb over. We used to get in over the wall of the toilets behind the worthington terrace or by climbing the trees and jumping over from the laundry on the top of the east/open end corner.
I know a lot of people here are not old enough to remember this but interesting to hear other people`s accounts of the Old Valley and the things people got up to back then!
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We'd not been there long when some fat old copper came straight up to the pair of us, grabbed us by the scruff of the neck and dragged us both off to the exit, we tried to protest our innocence but the copper just laughed and pointed to the front of our jackets...
We were both covered in non-drying paint that the club had started to use to stop fans bunking in...
Fortunately for me I had some old army combat jacket on but my mate had his brothers brand new Harrington Bomber jacket on...!! The tartan was just one mess of the stickiest shite you could imagine so he turned it back inside out, took it back home, hung it up and never said a word and his brother still dosen't know to this day what happened...
We drew 2-2 and Supermac scored twice...
He was probably just bragging about the size of his c*ck!