One of my over riding memories about going to see my beloved Sheffield Wednesday as a lad, centres more around the smells than the actual game, and anyone who has had the misfortune to support a struggling 3rd division side will agree, that the football is the last thing you wish to remember.
My big brother was working for British Steel back in the early 70's and overtime was in good supply, so he was feeling quite flush and prepared to splash the cash on match days. As a treat he took the decision to take me to the match, a rare show of affection he later regretted as i spent 90mins bored to death complaining i was cold and hungry and i wanted a wee.
As my brother was a man accustomed to luxury at this time, we went into the posh south stand, which importantly had a bar where you could get a pint at half time, admittedly you had to miss the first half while you queued up to get your half time pint.
But apart from the smell of Stones best bitter, the predominant smell was Hamlet cigar smoke. it seemed like everyone smoked them on the south stand, i guess it was a show of working class wealth from double shift factory workers who treated themselves to a well earned Saturday at the match.
And so to this day if i ever smell cigars it reminds me of cold Saturdays at Hillsborough.
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Memory added on March 13, 2013
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