My memories of getting to the ground…we drove the three miles or
so through Richmond, over Richmond Bridge and towards Twickenham,
before my dad pulled off the main road and parked in a side street.
We used to park in this same street for many years until local
residents' permits were introduced, and I had to find another free
parking area within walking distance of the ground.
We walked from the car over a footbridge near Twickenham Station
and soon joined the throng making its familiar way towards the
ground. We crossed the A316 (or 'the Chertsey Road' as we knew it
then) before the excitement grew as we closed in on the ground. It
wasn't my first view of the stadium as we had driven past it many
times, but it was something else to be going inside to watch an
England game. I remember that to get into the stadium you went down
a wide entrance path between some houses at the South end of the
ground.
I have been to Twickenham so many times since that it's hard to
know how much my memory has played tricks on me, but there are four
things that really stay with me from that first visit.
The first was how green the grass was. Remember this is before
colour television and the initial impact of the fantastically green
grass had a big effect on me; then there was the long climb up the
steps to our seats and the big letters of the alphabet at the end
of the rows, stepping their way up towards the back of the stand. I
think they were black on a yellow background, but they could have
been the other way round, but to a five year old at his first match
they were a sign that I was definitely in a big stadium. And the
pillars: so often a scrum or a vital pass seemed to happen the
other side of a pillar in front of my seat - but maybe I was so
small that I couldn't see much anyway!