Memories of the old Barclay

As I drifted off last night , I was remembering the energy and thrill of the terrace , the surge of the crowd, the fear of being stuck on a barrier.
A young teen giving it large through the fences to grown men, a goal, coins flying through the air.

A night match, packed and hearing the River end sing on the ball city.

The games with low attendance, sitting at half time on the steps, versus so packed you couldn't move an inch if you wanted

The old man selling ' hot drinks , cold drinks , sweeeeeets' at half time.

The last game , a wreath was laid , the chants of 'we'll never sit in the barclay' drifting into the night air.

Days never to be repeated, and I feel lucky to have been there

Posted By: Disco, May 13, 10:47:06