Can't remember the specific game but in was about 1989. I took both my sons, then aged 9 & 7, and they just ran around the Bob Bank all night. After about 30 minutes I gave up trying to calm them down and let them get on with it. After all there was plenty of room so they were' in anyone's way. My older boy never got in to football, but the younger one (sadly passed away last year aged 36) became a regular attendee with me and did all the Wembley visits, plus some tasty away games.