Walk across the playing fields from my mum's on Burgess Ave, into Marshalls on the Causeway for a quarter of sweets, get told I was a sinner by a bloke in a bowler hat, buy the latest copy of T F & The Wire and then into the darkness under the Fletcher End and on to the terracing, always just to the right of the sticks. Throw some change at the guys with the blanket & then enjoy the 1st half. Always change ends at half time if we were attacking railway end.
I remember the fire, I remember the touchdown club, and Snookers & Fiesta on a Friday night (or Peppermint Gardens), and sitting in the new Bevan stand for A team games, where I had my moment of fame when they called out my car reg for being illegally parked and I had to shift it!
I've not lived in Warrington for 30 years but I was over the other weekend and drove down Fletcher St.....hard to believe there was ever a ground there (even though there is a blue plaque on the wall), and very hard to believe they've never done anything with the land.
Happy memories
