Dad and his brothers used to take me there at put me on the benches at the bottom of the North bank so I could see over the wall They stood on the terrace behind me to keep an eye on me. I saw everything from pitch level. When I was a bit bigger I sometimes went in the boys enclosure at the corner of the North Bank. I probably saw the best seven years in Wolves History from 1954 to 1961. Carried on watching them until I discovered girls in the mid 60’s. Still waiting for those great days to return. I met my wife on a night out when we were drowning our sorrows at the Woolpack after Wolves lost 2-1 at Home to Coventry on Jan 29th 1966.