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My memories of The Scoreboard, a thread... #nufc
...the smell of the Westlers Keegan burgers, mixed with the smell of yeast from the brewery and piss from the rancid open air bogs, may make you wonder why we hold the gallowgate end with such fond memories, but what a time that was to attend SJP...
Standing in the Gallowgate you always assumed the risk that the bloke behind you might piss in your pocket, or you’d get a half eaten mince pie chucked off the back of your head, but those were the risks you had to to take if you wanted to be a part it...
The sometimes not so friendly rivalry between the Scoreboard and the Corner would be healed with celebratory cheers when a coppers hat was knocked off and passed around all the radgies...
Followed by the now extinct chants of “Harry Roberts is our Friend” sung in unison between the two rival sections of the Gallowgate...
Then the poor lasses working the turnstiles in the East stand would have to make their way out of the stadium by walking around the cinder track in front of the Gallowgate, greeted with chants of “Get ya tits out for the lads”...
Then there were the stories you’d hear from the characters...one I remember vividly was a lad who used to stand in front of us. There a game in January where there’s been snow cleared from the pitch but there was still bits scattered on the terraces, which had turned to ice...
...he made a ball of this icy snow and launched it down the front, where we all seen it smack off the back of a baldy blokes head. The back of the scoreboard was in stitches. He resumed to the game the following week to tell us how he’d went out on the drink after that game...
...before stumbling in pissed to his girlfriends parents house. “How’s ya dad”, he said to his lass, “was he at the match today?”...
...her reply: “he’s lying in bed, he had to leave the match early and go to the RVI, some bastard threw a ball of ice and split his head open!”
I miss those days of attending SJP, football has been sanitized and it’s not the same anymore, but the memories will always be there. I’m sure there’s people of a similar era to me will agree. 
