I was just remembering when the Away end was no more than a pile of compacted hard core covered with weeds and absolutely no terracing or crush barriers at all. You could feel the broken bricks sticking into your feet through the soles of your shoes.
Only a handful of teams ever used to bring more than a very few visiting supporters. I remember that Wigan came to town in about 1974/5 with at least two coaches full of 14-18 year old denim and Doc Martin clad bovver-boys with scarves knotted around both wrists and their early arrival at Moss Lane led to the usurping of our regular domain behind the GRE goal. I remember that they were generally a friendly bunch and so we set up camp as close to them in the GRE as we reasonably could. When they chanted 'Wigan' they used to prefix it with 'Er' (sort of like Er-WIG-AN, Er-WIG-AN, a bit like some of our fans have taken to chanting 'The' AL-TY). I think maybe a three syllable chant lends itself to be a more aesthetically pleasing sound. Anyway... back to the tale...
Kenny came along and placed himself within the body of Wigan fans and he began to Zigger without somehow realising that he had joined the wrong crowd. He drew plenty of laughter and a few rude remarks from the Wiganites before being ejected from their ranks whilst uttering ‘Steady on now!’