gmvillan
The Shackles Are Off!
What a place. So sad that those days are long since gone. I moved to the US shortly before the Holte was demolished. Whenever I come back now I can never bring myself to buy a seat in the Holte and always end up in the Trinity. Not sure why... I think getting into the Holte End was all about choosing where you would stand once you got through the turnstile. In the early days it was behind the goal (never did get Peter Withe's sweatbands mind you) and then later I would go up the back - always left-side. Occasionally, if I had somewhere to be after the match I'd stand below the scoreboard in the corner, or lean against the floodlight. The atmosphere at the back when the Holte was in full voice was simply electric.