The Grangetown end in the 70s day

The rickety wooden slatted heath risk that gave be so much excitement firstly as a 15 year old. My first memory was watching it empty in 74 I think at my first game and chase villa off the Bob forcing them to try and climb the fences to seek sanctuary in the canton. I believe that might be the same day a few of them tasted the delights of the taff. (no wonder they attacked the Cornwall). And one more for now seeing the whole end jumping to when the blues go marching in on the day we knocked spurs out of the cup with Peter sayers goal that went on to start match of the day week in week out. I remember spurs had a grim looking crew outside the Grange that day

The rickety wooden slatted heath risk that gave be so much excitement firstly as a 15 year old. My first memory was watching it empty in 74 I think at my first game and chase villa off the Bob forcing them to try and climb the fences to seek sanctuary in the canton. I believe that might be the same day a few of them tasted the delights of the taff. (no wonder they attacked the Cornwall). And one more for now seeing the whole end jumping to when the blues go marching in on the day we knocked spurs out of the cup with Peter sayers goal that went on to start match of the day week in week out. I remember spurs had a grim looking crew outside the Grange that day

My first memory of being in there was Everton 1977 FA cup game. I was 15 and as a bob banker had never dared venture near the feared Grange End until that afternoon.
For some reason we didn’t go to the canton side of the Bob that day and instead our plan was to go around the back of the Grsnge end instead. I remember the noise ck big from there as we looked through the wooden slatted floorboards. Spine tingling.
We came up for air at the Bob bank and looked across at the already three quarters full GE. We moved to the middle of the Bob only to find that around a third of the bank had been taken up by Everton fans. Cue a few attacks from the lads on the BB which the scousers rebelled in as their efforts bore some success. Within minutes I noticed that the grange end was now only about a quarter full as the rest had charged across the BB to get at the Everton fans who backed off quickly.
As I 15 year old, I went onto the back wall and looked on in amazement.
Round 2 was at the Ninian Park halt - that’s another story!!

The train attack?

Remember both of those like it was yesterday.

The train attack?

Yes the train attack.

Great memories of it like walking underneath and getting pissed on. But I loved the place as it was back then Great memories of the old ground, still remember the smells, fried onions and pipe tobacco and of course the atmosphere When it was packed . It was a shit hole , but it was our shit hole

Massive end in them days anyone remember the guy who used to swing on the stensions while we all sung spot the looney.

Mid 70s we were about 15 and travelled from the Eastern valley with older lads. One of our group would bring his girlfriend and at halftime they would go fora bit of rumpy pumpy under the Grange. Our adolescent group would literally lie on the wooden floor to peer down at this pornographic feast. It certainly was better than subsequent half time entertainment with the cringe worthy on my shed son topping my own list