Ian Plenderleith remembers the night when it felt like Lincoln could beat anyone
It wasn’t the size of the Sheffield United team that came to Sincil Bank that had the home support worried. It was the number of away fans. You could see them crossing the bridge from the coach park in the gap between the old wooden South Park and St Andrews stands. It was a never-ending stream and, for the only time in all the matches I ever saw at Lincoln, they took over the entire swath of open-top terrace that stretched alongside the ground, leaving the home fans to cram in behind the goal at the Railway End.