Here's another bunch of fans' memories that were recounted in the Farewell to Feethams book, that was published in 2002 when the club was about to leave Feethams.

Here's the previous part

https://darlingtonfc.co.uk/news/farewell-to-feethams-part-7

John Carter
When Arsenal played at Darlington in the League Cup in 1965, the Gunners team walked all the way to Bank Top Station after the game. I was collecting autographs at the time, and all I got out of lan Ure, their centre half, was: "Mind my feet.”
In 1967 we hired a minibus to go to Derby for the League cup quarter final. About a dozen of us were threatened with the sack from Cleveland Bridge if we knocked off early.
What a match. 1-0 up at half time, then 5-2 down and a fight back to 5-4.  I'm sure of the match had gone another five minutes we would have won. That was the only time I came away from a match so hoarse that I could hardly speak. We certainly gave Brian Clough an early scare in his managerial days -- plus we didn't get the sack when we returned to work the next morning.
In October 1976 were 3-0 up at hall time against Bournemouth in a match in which there was not a single corner. We won 4-0, and it was only the second time in history in which a game had no corners.
When we went to Sheffield Wednesday for a cup replay in 1976, the game went to a penalty shootout and I missed my train back to Darlington, I had to get a taxi to York, and it cost me £18.

Eric Caygill
I went to my first match when I was just four years old, I was a gateman at the Polam Lane end when I was 15, and I'm in my sixties now.
It was wartime football when I first went to Feethams, and I remember seeing Cyril Sidlow, a Welsh international goalkeeper, and Jimmy Mullen playing for Darlington.
We saw them in town one day on the way to a game. My mum, Eva, said to Jimmy: "Who's in goal today?" “Cyril", he replied. My mum, not realising it was Sidlow standing next to us, said "Oh no, not him."
We used to stand behind the dug out. Some of the players saw her as a mother figure. Later she used to sit at the back corner of the East Stand. A lot of the young players used to sit around her, and they said to her at one game: "You never come to see us play for the reserves."
So she came to the next reserve game on a Tuesday evening - and collapsed and died the following morning. Some of the players were bearers at her funeral.
She was always popular with the players, and I remember one day we were due to play against a strong side, and Tommy Ward, a good old fashioned inside right,  promised my mum he would get us a penalty. A corner came over at the Shed End,  down he went, and when the referee pointed to the spot he raced over to my mum and said: "Told you."
We used to play on Christmas Day and Boxing Day, and I recall going to Hull for a game on a train of 10 coaches, vet there were only 19 of us on board, so were all given complimentary tickets. Football came first in our house.
It was a different story when we played at Chelsea and Wolves. The station never again saw an exodus like that.
They were great days. On one occasion after we played at Bradford, Ronnie Harbertson was going to be late for his shift at the colliery where he worked – so we rushed him back in the car.