Any mention of Bath Lane always makes me laugh.
None of us could get a ticket so decided not to risk going without one.
I was offered one in the Mag seats, the day before, which I collected on the day.
I got the service bus into Newcastle, crammed with Mags and had a pint in the Star iirc, crammed with Mags.
It felt really edgy so I decided to bin having another pint and walked off intending to go up Westgate and through the gap in the old walls to get to the ground early.
There were literally hundreds of Mags crammed in the narrow alleyway behind the old walls, could be Wall Street but can't remember. These will be the ones people remember being on Bath Lane. They'd have been able to see any of our lads coming up Bath Lane, Westgate or the big Boulevard. The only police were on the Boulevard.
What makes me laugh is that I went on my own, went on a Mag bus, sat in the Mag seats, was sussed before kick off and didn't see a scrap of bother all day
It wasn't until my relatives in Chopwell rang the next day, to ask if I was all right, that I even knew there'd been trouble.