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Large towering floodlights illuminating the sky
One end of our ground open to the elements
The smell of cigarettes and cigars in the air
Us small children all down at the front.
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This is our ground in the swinging sixties
All packed in tight like sardines in a large tin
Us kids wrapped up in woolly hats and scarves
Making lots of noise with our big rattles.
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I recall the excitement of walking to the ground
Listening to the adults talk about the opposition
The atmosphere all around the terraces and stands
This was like being in heaven to a small kid.
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Seeing all these players from my soccer magazines
Dreaming about being just like them one day
In childhood awe seeing Best, Law, Greaves close up
Greavsie winking at us as he stood by the post.
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Yes the sixties was a great era, no doubt about it
But nothing stays the same forever, things change
Football is great today, kids love it just the same
But to me this was the best time to be a football fan.