I can remember queuing for hours for a ticket! In those days the ticket office was between the Old Grandstand and the Big Bank. The queue stretched all the way down Well Street, up St James Road to the chippie and well past the turning to Prospect Park. As to the game spent all afternoon wedged against the railings at the bottom of the Big Bank. Going to the toilet was impossible so from time to time the Manchester United fans behind (no segregation in those days) would pee on the fans below!. My grandfather could remember the Sunderland game and said the gate was even bigger and I think that was midweek.I remember getting a bit over-excited and shouting abuse at Denis Law. Sorry, Denis.