Yeah same here. With standing, a great memory I have of the Fulwell end was when at half time, my mate said he was starving so was going to buy two pies. The queue was massive so he took ages. About 5 minutes after the second half kicked off, I saw him squeezing through the crowd, arms aloft in the air holding a pie in each hand. We then scored and the terrace erupted. By then my mate was right next to us with his arms still in the air. In the chaos, people started throwing each other about like a massive fun fight. A scrum of people ended up on the floor further down, lads chucking each other down onto the pile of bodies below. The sheer madness, laughter and fun was unreal.
As it all calmed down and people were climbing off the big pile bodies, the sight of my mate emerge from the very bottom of the pile. He was flat on the ground, no pies in his hands, just pastry, meat and gravy, squashed and splatter all over his face and clothes, it was a wonderful sight to see.

When he finally got next to me he said, 'Bastard, I waited ages and was starving, but aleast we scored', with a expression which was a strange mixture of joy and disappointment together.

Wonderful times, that seating in terraces could never replicate.