[Exile on Spencer St]

We must be contemporaries, Choirboy. I too was 10 in '62 and probably contributed to Stanley's demise by sneaking into Peel Park once too often.
As I recall the bus from Melbourne St arrived in Manchester just a short walk to Central Station and then an even shorter train ride to Old Trafford.
And only 1/6d, which was cheap even then, to get in the Stretford End to watch Best, Charlton, Crerand, Stiles and, my boyhood hero, The King.
Don't remember the surges down the terrace as being all fun though; saw one lad go down and get crushed.