My Grandad told me that back in the day it was reasonable practice to urinate through a rolled up match day programme skilfully directed to the floor. Particularly useful if you are at Odsal with 100,000 spectators rammed in.

Does anyone recall the tea/coffee/soup man that walked about the touchline with a space-age backpack of beverages?

What about the blanket for coins hurled from all directions?

Being greeted by that bloke in the bowler shouting, "look at all these sinners" while walking down Fletcher Street.

Used to stand near pond life corner.was fun and games when hull and hull kr came to town.. especially that cup game v hull when we were robbed blind by that ****** Billy Thompson got a bit tasty...there was a guy who sat in the stand above us sure his name was Albert had a booming voice he came out with some X rated comments about referees...happy days

stood under the clock with my dad when old enough went selling programs great days

Sure he disallowed at least 3 tries.

I was in the changing ends brigade. I also remember the toilets under the scoreboard. As was the fashion at the time, we wore long baggy jeans that skimmed the floor. I always tucked my jeans into my socks before going in the toilets, otherwise they soaked up the contents like a wick.
The closest we have to pondlife at the HJ is the western end of the south stand, very uncouth lot.

In my head I'm transported there, the smell of the place (wintergreen and urine), the sounds of the place (the clanks of the turnstiles, speccies banging on the corrugated iron walls at the back of the Fletch, march of gladiators playing as the Wire took the field, derogatory chants concerning Eddie Waring), the feel of the place (being jammed in the Fletch with the world and his wife for an important game with an attendance announcement of 6,254 that made everyone chuckle, the grit that used to fall from the roof when the ball landed on it after a goal kick). If only I could actually be there and do it all again for one more time, as it was, and watch a game.

I used to change ends at half time, but for some games the gate between PLC and the away end was shut. I stood near PLC a few times, watching the two sets of fans goading each other when there was a lull in the action on the pitch.

Sat/stood near the dugouts as a kid, mithering for sockties! Then graduated to the Fletch with my school mates until Wilderspool shut in 2003. We were in the same school year as 'IndepenDance' who used to perform alongside the Starlights. Halcyon days indeed.