[theo_luddite]

No that was before the bucket and spade brigade came out with their deck chairs, wind breakers, rolled up trouser legs and knotted hankies on their heads.

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Had it been scorched from Malcolm Brown's overlapping runs down the wing we would not have been in the least bit surprised.

[HighlandTerrier58]

    I intended driving overnight for that last match against Blackpool but a stone through my windscreen on the way home from work and the distance the wee Autoglass manny had to travel from Inverness knocked that one on the head. Our kid and my Dad were there though.
    Wonderful memories of Leeds Road. Used to go in the Cowshed as a schoolkid and Snooty bought back two big memories: the half time ritual of changing ends and that wonderful smell of pipe tobacco.
Later stood on the Pop side just on the Bradley Mills side of the half way line fairly near the front. I moved to work in London from 1972 to 1988 and since '88 I've been in the Highlands so I was bit of an 'away' fan when I was in the smoke. I have, however, shared some of the match experiences outlined by you guys above when on family visits. This is a heart warming thread and it makes you realise what a constant in your life your support of your club is.
    It may seem bit of an antique but for me the most truly unforgettable and golden night at Leeds Road was the January night in 1961 when we beat the cup holders, the mighty Wolves, in a replay played UNDER FLOODLIGHTS! I was only twelve at the time.      
    Despite setting off 2 hours early for the match we didn't get in until ten minutes before half time. The place was rammed and the official attendance of 46,000 was seen as laughable - most said it was 55,000. Atmosphere incredible, a missed penalty, woodwork rattled, stonewall defence, pitch invasions [wrong anticipations of the final whistle] and a staggering volley from Mike O'Grady on the break to win us the game. Couldn't talk properly for three days!  [Look at Wolves' achievements in the Fifties to see just what a significant win this was against an innovative club dripping with internationals.] Sadly not a single image of this game seems to have survived and that is a terrible, terrible shame and practically spells the loss of that night in our wonderful heritage.
    Another excellent event [as per Lord Snooty] was the 3-1 win over Watford when we paraded the championship trophy in 1970. I'd seen us clinch promotion at 'Boro [1-1] and then win the title at Ewood Park [0-2] so now it was fun time. The mood of the crowd was summed up by the reaction round us to Watford's consolation goal. Sporting applause, smiles and, "A splendid effort!" Such sportsmanship - anyone'd think we'd won the League!
    A few weeks later we went down to see the changes made to the paddock and admire the fact that 'The Cowshed' was now so named in big Barnum & Bailey letters.
    Just a few years later, though, me and me dad saw Town lose to Hartlepool 0-1 in what I believe was Town's lowest ever gate. How vast, echoing and dismal the old ground seemed that night. But your football club's for life not just Christmas and the old ground, which I always hoped we'd redevelop, is and will always be a source of wonderful and cherished memories for me. In fact, I'm going to raise a glass or two to the old place tonight! Up the Town!

[Amelia Chaffinch]

I wish I'd gone to Leeds Road more but we didn't have enough money for all of us to go back then. I do like the modern stadium, though I wish it wasn't shared with the Giants.