We always parked up on Raikes Lane or under the bridge at the bottom of the slip road from Raikes Lane to St Peters Way, my memories were walking up to the car and getting in just on time to here the distinctive tune of the intro to sports report to get the other results read out by James Alexander Gordon and guessing the scores he was about to read out by the tone in his voice.
That was when I went with my dad, when I was older and went on my own we used to get the bus into town and walk down Manny Road and got a pie from the shop across the road, never had one that tasted anything like them from anywhere else, a real matchday taste.
When we were walking down to a match against Forest once there were a couple of hundred chavs outside the train station giving it large so at 14 we decided it would be cool to join them, they were outside the station chanting intimidating chants when all of a sudden a massive roar of Forest came from below and everyone legged it, it was hilarious seeing the look of fear on faces that seconds earlier were full of agro.