A mate of mine worked for Pompey customs, so we went on the back of his motorbike and parked at the nearby home of one of his colleagues. We queued up to go in only to realise that we were in line for the North stand. Immediately started asking people for spare tickets, in order to get out of the queue. Luckily no-one had any.
Got in and stood behind the goal near where that red & white flag was. Several friends got their tickets down there and ended up in the North Stand asking the police to be let into the away section. They claim to have made a profit after collecting the coins thrown at them whilst they were on the track waiting to get through the gate.
Typical Customs officers!
After the game the two of us were in the crowd being herded towards the station and so we managed to duck down a sidestreet and got back to the house. We were invite in and joined about 30 other "Scummahs" taking refuge.
Back home we ended up in The Concorde where we saw Shilts as usual. However, Steve Moran walked in only to be greeted by one of our lot (not me) kissing his feet at the bar.