I remember the world as grey and miserable then. Maybe it is just that horrible corrugated iron at the Clock End etched into my mind.
Why would anyone ever have wanted to stand on the Clock End? I never understood that....
For us, it was the gritty urban grubbiness of it all. We simply didn't get that sort of thing at home and, best of all, I suppose, our parents would've been horrified.
"Plenty of strikers can score goals," he said, gesturing to the famous old stands casting shadows around us.
"But a lot have found it difficult wearing the number 9 shirt for The Arsenal."