Scratching Shed because back in the day the Groundsman at the time kept chickens underneath it and they would cluck about on the bare earth but still have some light - so the story goes.
Seats were installed but didn’t stay in place of course and I was at the Burnley FA Cup match too when they first went in. Unfortunately they didn’t have a “Pie” cutout at the back and no drainage holes so as a consequence when it was damp the seats were flooded or soaked at the least.
Memories for me were all the banter with the linesman as often as not “we’ll shout offside and you flag” was the usual advice, and of course you were so close to the players that many a “conversation” was struck up with the opposition (who generally took it well with a grin and a wink) - and of course encouragement to our own and they would rough the hair of the kids sat on the wall - usually to dry their hands when taking a throw in.
Some great characters in there of course and for many years stood near a bloke who - after a couple of goals - always shouted “we want SIX” never more, never less as 6 was the magic number. Then there was “Chorley” slight little fella who has a transistor radio plugged in and would relay latest “skours” - “Oh Bradfooord are wun dow‘n, Heck Stockpooort winnin” etc. Can’t do the accent sorry!
Queuing at gate 7 of course to get in, you could tell the gate by the length of it, somedays straight up and in, when doing well arrive at same time but queue to Central Drive. Funny but you always managed to get “your” spot on the Terrace no matter how busy. Great sightlines of course with everyone straining to see who was taking the corner from the North East flag and any ball over 15 foot high vanished from sight, we all became (velocity x wind factor) x Goalkeeper Accuracy experts to read where the ball was going to reappear!
Great days, great fans, there was a real community feel about the Scratchers and I for one miss the old place tremendously.