Standing near the tunnel at the Boulevard, waiting for the ref's whistle outside the changing rooms to signal the players were on the way out, and then the clattering of boots on the concrete floor.

Watching the players make their way down to the pitch at Odsal stadium, it seemed like an eternity.

Millions of years ago (late 1980's) aged about eleven, stood pitchside at Thrum Hall as a scrap kicked of on the pitch involving half the pack, me screaming "smack 'im Dicko" just as the 2 coppers in attendance at the game walk past. My timing has never been great, but I was asked to calm down by one of them and I did. A little. Dicko smacked him though.

Some good memories here.

I must dig out my old scrumdown videos.

ahhh freezing monday mornings in front of the coal fire watching the previous nights programme that mum and dad taped, watching fev v oldham on a mudheap and listening to the tones of helm and watkins( bootiful pass downyur)

Ah yes - David Watkins and John Helm. Classic. My fave Scrumdown "episode" is the one of Halifax giving Cas a lesson in Rugby League at Wheldon Road (i know - it's a rarity!). Les Holliday and Bob Grogan ripping up the defence. Great stuff.

Spot on !! It's as if he were in the bloody room !.

Nagging my old dear to let me stay up and watch it only for her to say... you're still going to bloody school in the morning whether you're tired or not.

Marching bands
Climbing over the bog walls to snick in and being chased by one of Britain's worse serial Killers.
Rushing onto the field to get players tie ups.
Getting autographs
The cascade of p155 running the full length of 3d stand .
The smell of woodbine.

What i remember about the old days was it was always cold muddy but more than 4 teams won trophys.

It was only 3 in my old days.