Quote Originally Posted by countygump View Post
Standing on the Kop for the 1st half, (I'm sure we used to kick that way in those days). Quick sixpenny transfer under the piss-stink County Road stand if we didn't. Making sure you didn't get your Doc Martins wet in Shippos Brook. Snow on the pitch but match still on with an orange ball. Proper men playing, jumpers for goalposts, selling your sister into servitude to buy some gruel. Poking your younger brother up the arris with a chimney sweeps rod so's he'd climb up the chimley, them wert days, serry.
I don't know if any oad pies can verify this, but I remember my Dad telling me that when he used to go ML as a youth, the man on the turnstile would check your hands in order to see if you should be charged half or full price. If your hands were smooth, you weren't of working age and went in cheaper, but if your hands were rough, you were clearly working and so should pay as an adult. I guess that must have been back in the 60s.