I remember one year,I was with my Dad,so was only young and like you watching from the Clock end. There had been half hearted attempts the take it for an hour,but the goons thought they had survived. Then when the captain's were in the centre circle tossing a coin,there was an all mighty roar and mass charge/surge and Woolwich wherein the pitch, totally humiliated. It was visual poetry,a modern work of art. The clock end were all applauding . Even my Dad,who hated football violence. Think that was probably the last time it happened,as it had gone out off fashion, pretty much.