The days when you could turn up at a game carrying 2 doz tins of beer and have a half bottle of whisky in your pocket and no one gave you a second look. Absolutely crazy days.
Went to Hampden in the mid seventies. On entering the ground, the open end behind the goals looked to have silver terracing. When we got on it, the ground was covered with ring pull tops, crushed into the black ash. Will never forget that sight.