We went down there in A Minibus in the 70’s, back in the day when most scarves were just blue and white bands, no names on them. We got to the ground about five minutes after kick-off because we got lost. Went up to plod and asked which way was the away end and he said ‘you’re here mate’, we thanked him and went inside. It was only when we went over to the hot dog seller and started ordering some grub that everyone around us turned and looked at us into bar-steward had only sent us into the Shed! Cue running battle to get into the paddock anddown to our end. Got plenty of smacks and kicks getting down to the Everton end and when we got there, we got a few more off the Everton lads who thought we were Chelsea charging them! Happy days ?