I remember two mates of my dad's, piggery away in the mid/late 80's and they had tickets for the beggars end, one tied his scarf round his waist under his top, ten minutes in and one of them fell in the crowd and 'hurt' his wrist, they took him and his mate to the first aid room between the main stand and our end and patched him up, when done they asked if he wanted back to see the rest of the game, he pulled out his scarf, said aye and they put the two of them in our end, 25 minutes into the game they were standing with us in the old London road end pissing themselves laughing at getting away with it.
I've done it at the old brockville a few times, also Hamilton a few years ago, went over to their ticket office to buy the tickets, the old guy asked if I wanted to be in the quiet bit or the noisy bit next to our end, said the quiet bit, turned up at the game and we were right in amongst all the wee fannys, there were hospitality guys behind us who cheered at the first of our goals and the ones around us went mental doing the hold me back routine, when our third went in they realised there were more bears than them as we were all on our feet