Long ago memories of playing Goole, My dad used to take me and sometimes my then pal from down the road, he'd sit in the stand while we stood in the front paddock by the tunnel and behind the away dugout. There used to be a strange fence that when you were small you could stand on the bottom rail and get your head between two upper bits if I remember. As 7 year olds we used to stand there, comfortable with my dad nearby, and give loads of childish stick to the opposition bench. One day, the Goole manager got up and offered us a sweet each to basically shut up after going on about Goolies for about 30 mins. Not from the goolies we said sniggering and ran away. A distant memory of childhood happy times and innocent lost. Sorry but this brought a long ago childhood day back to me.