I loved the old grounds
fans packed in tight,
huge towering floodlights
turned on for games at night.
I travelled around the country
on the coach and by train,
watched my team at Roker Park
in the open air hit by wind and rain.
Went to the Millwall’s Den
a very intimidating ground,
and Manchester City’s Maine Road
where the Kippax made loads of sound.
All the way down south to the Dell
and up north to Ayresome Park,
I’d set off in morning daylight
and return home in the dark.
I loved our local matches
especially at Filbert Street,
we’d go there in our thousands
in the hope Leicester City got beat.
Old stadiums had character and style
unlike many grounds around today,
but I’ll never ever forget them
as in my memory they’ll always stay.