I'm pretty sure we went over without tickets, and went to some ticket shop near the town on the day to just buy them over the counter. In my minds eye* it was just a little cafe with old Gomorrah sorts sat off nearby with leather hoodies and mopeds.

Anyway it rained so much that my mate's ticket ended up turning to mush in his pocket, so we both got in on 2 halves of what was left of my ticket. I remember being bussed away from the ground, but not a clue how we got to the ground.

*almost certainly wasn't like this, but I'd have been majorly hungover/ still drunk at the time.

The club shop / caff / lurkers defo existed, and we would have walked to it from the town centre.