I don’t remeber the old Cheadle End as standing, but my dad did used to take me in there as a infant when it was seated in the mid 70s. Loved the place. Fondest memorIes were walking down an unlit path to find the turnstyles, a couple of old blokes at the back who used to get annoyed unless you watched the game in silence, and some old geezer who guarded the gate to the popside as if his life depended on it. Suppose it could also have been a Bradford style deathtrap if it went up.