This. In fact, if I had a time machine to get away from this current nonsense I'd go back, not to a big game at the Amex but to me walking up Goldstone Lane with my mates after a skinfull in town and seeing the telly gantry, safe in the knowledge that a small sum of money at the turnstile would get me in to see an EVENT.
And never mind all this modern two metres social distancing nonsense, just revel in the fact that, back then, the North Stand food kiosk and the North Stand piss trough were less than two metres apart.