In the early 1960s there was no other rugby league ground quite like the Barley Mow, a tiny ground in a Leeds suburb that was named after the public house where the players changed.
Watching a Bramley home game at the Barley Mow was often an unforgettable experience for a number of reasons and some of those reasons had nothing to do with what was happening on the field.
I was an occasional visitor to the Barley Mow and after paying my entrance fee (probably sixpence for a schoolboy) I then faced a couple of challenges. The first was trying to find a spot on the terrace where I could actually see all the action on the field. The second was deciding where to stand if it started raining. There was very little cover for spectators on a ground that, despite its ramshackle appearance, certainly did have a unique atmosphere.
I was a Bradford Northern supporter in the 1960s and so probably only managed to attend two or three games at the Barley Mow, but one in particular, Bramley versus Halifax, played on the 20th of January 1962, is still memorable after over sixty years.