It’s time to start making memories at new Lansdowne
I miss the rickety old stands and the wind that wrapped around you like an icy quilt. I miss the sight of visiting players dancing on the spot and cupping their hands before kick-off and how there wasn’t a single spot in the whole place that was guaranteed to keep you dry if the weather got really bolshy.
I miss the crap cups of tea, the scrum to avail of the triangle sandwiches in the press box at the rear of the West Stand and the steps up the back of it that could have passed for those passageways that came tumbling down in the Mines of Moria in the first Lord of the Rings film.
