I was just about to mention them my dad used to lift me over the turnstile then we went straight for the wall of pish as he was loaded up on pints from the Graham hotel. Place was reeking, then him, my uncle and grandpa would stand up next to the wee snack hut and I would stand on my own down at the corner, the smell of a pipe an old boy smoked a few steps up was fantastic, half time I'd go up and check in with the adults and get a Mars bar and head back down, battering on the advertising boards in positive encouragement, hoping for a wave or even eye contact from my heroes. Great days.