I was on row 2 - dead central, right next to the narrow yellow strip of stairs.
One of the beauties of taking a kid to football is you can take a ruck sack in without feeling like a twonk. I usually take a few knifes, fireworks and an automatic machine pistol and am never stopped (although we were searched going into the dinosaur place but not going into the football!).
I only really drank on the train down and back cos of doing a bit of 'family business' in London before t'other half and daughter went off shopping for the afternoon, so felt reasonably safe taking a camera - some of my mates were a bit worse for wear when I met up with them again though!