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2 hours ago, tokyojoe said:

Leeds 1975.

 

We were one nil up until injury time then Kevin nutted home the winner.

 

Our lot were actually singing ' we want an escort'. It really was that bad walking back to Leeds Central then, despite there being about 15,000 of us.

 

Some nutjob was walking around the station wielding a fucking claw hammer. The platform where the specials were waiting to get back to Limey were being pelted with everything imaginable.

 

Fucking nightmare the place was. OT was a teddy bears picknic.

How much later was it before they actually caught the Ripper ?

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1 hour ago, sir roger said:

How much later was it before they actually caught the Ripper ?

Six years. The police were accused of missing the odd clue that might have led to him being caught earlier.

 

My dad was interviewed, in order to be eliminated from the suspect list. He didn’t even own a claw hammer.

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3 hours ago, DalyanPete said:

Yep. Do you know him?

I know of him by doing that 'The Big Time' programme on BBC when he played in Tommy Smith's testimonial as part of the show. He drove a Baker's van or something back then. Is he still around?

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10 hours ago, VladimirIlyich said:

I know of him by doing that 'The Big Time' programme on BBC when he played in Tommy Smith's testimonial as part of the show. He drove a Baker's van or something back then. Is he still around?

Sayers van it was. 

He was no Sheena Easton!

Stepney saved his penog when he was supposed to dive the wrong way, my Ma in law had a go at Stepney in the players lounge after the game. He said instinct just took over and he had to save it.

He could be? Not really arsed.

 

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Man Utd in the Europa League in 2016.

 

The twats made a banner for us on the M62 on the way into Salford. Our coach got quite heavily bricked on the way into the stadium car park. Once we got out they left us alone the bad shithouses.

 

We were facing the disabled supporters end and one typical looking Manc in there who was looking after someone in a wheelchair decided to come to the front and try to goad all the Liverpool fans. Obviously thought he would never get filled in. Anyway, some fella in a motorised wheelchair moved out of his allocated spot and drove it to the top of the disabled area then sped up towards this Manc who was still giving it the big i am to the Liverpool fans and ran him over, knocking him all the way down to the advertising hoardings. It was a bigger cheer than a goal.

 

The Mancs had been criticised for their lack of atmosphere and after the first leg at Anfield they decided to bring a few flags and banners but it just looked pathetic. Even though they got a spawny penalty within 5 minutes it didn't lift the atmosphere at all and even some tourist Mancs in the Main Stand were filming the away fans.

 

Continuo scored before half time and the away erupted, with about 20 chairs being used as Frisbees. The away end basically sung non stop for the rest of the game. At the end a few young lads sitting in the upper tier with the home fans decided to unfurl a load of Liverpool flags which started the Mancs off and a couple of 50 odd year old ran down 20 flights of stairs to batter them but a few of them got banged out.

 

Had to run the gauntlet across from the Main stand corner to the car park and get on the coach, avoiding a few Mancs intent on starting trouble as well as over zealous police with aggressive dogs. 

 

Managed to get a police escort onto the motorway, avoiding a few more flying bricks and paving stones. I think I got home quicker from OT faster than some nights I've been at Anfield.

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11 hours ago, DalyanPete said:

Sayers van it was. 

He was no Sheena Easton!

Stepney saved his penog when he was supposed to dive the wrong way, my Ma in law had a go at Stepney in the players lounge after the game. He said instinct just took over and he had to save it.

He could be? Not really arsed.

 

Not a fan of him then?

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On 10/10/2021 at 16:30, tokyojoe said:

Leeds 1975.

 

We were one nil up until injury time then Kevin nutted home the winner.

 

Our lot were actually singing ' we want an escort'. It really was that bad walking back to Leeds Central then, despite there being about 15,000 of us.

 

Some nutjob was walking around the station wielding a fucking claw hammer. The platform where the specials were waiting to get back to Limey were being pelted with everything imaginable.

 

Fucking nightmare the place was. OT was a teddy bears picknic.

Absolutely evil place was Leeds back then. Leeds and Middlesboro were the two most horrible places in the league.

 

I remember this Cockney lad I got to know on holidays gave me a lend of one of those stupid hooligan books. He was sound but reckoned it was top class literature. I finished it in a night and found it funny as fuck. Think they were West Ham and were making out that their motley crew of fifty lads were taking over places like Leeds and Middlesboro. My abiding memory of those places is giving it serious toes but I suppose that doesn't sell books.

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First year I was going out with my missus, she got tickets from Les Silver, the Leeds Chairman for her, her mate and two relatives/friends to go and see us play there in 1975. She got them because the year before, she and her mate had gone there and were leaving the ground when a Leeds fan grabbed at her scarf, which she wouldn’t give up. She and her mate ended up in Leeds Infirmary after this brave Leeds fan and his mates decided to give them both a kicking. News of this reached Leeds United and Silver called into the hospital to apologise and promised the tickets would be sent. Never been back since, even though we won the year after.

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17 hours ago, Harry Squatter said:

Man Utd in the Europa League in 2016.

 

The twats made a banner for us on the M62 on the way into Salford. Our coach got quite heavily bricked on the way into the stadium car park. Once we got out they left us alone the bad shithouses.

 

We were facing the disabled supporters end and one typical looking Manc in there who was looking after someone in a wheelchair decided to come to the front and try to goad all the Liverpool fans. Obviously thought he would never get filled in. Anyway, some fella in a motorised wheelchair moved out of his allocated spot and drove it to the top of the disabled area then sped up towards this Manc who was still giving it the big i am to the Liverpool fans and ran him over, knocking him all the way down to the advertising hoardings. It was a bigger cheer than a goal.

 

The Mancs had been criticised for their lack of atmosphere and after the first leg at Anfield they decided to bring a few flags and banners but it just looked pathetic. Even though they got a spawny penalty within 5 minutes it didn't lift the atmosphere at all and even some tourist Mancs in the Main Stand were filming the away fans.

 

Continuo scored before half time and the away erupted, with about 20 chairs being used as Frisbees. The away end basically sung non stop for the rest of the game. At the end a few young lads sitting in the upper tier with the home fans decided to unfurl a load of Liverpool flags which started the Mancs off and a couple of 50 odd year old ran down 20 flights of stairs to batter them but a few of them got banged out.

 

Had to run the gauntlet across from the Main stand corner to the car park and get on the coach, avoiding a few Mancs intent on starting trouble as well as over zealous police with aggressive dogs. 

 

Managed to get a police escort onto the motorway, avoiding a few more flying bricks and paving stones. I think I got home quicker from OT faster than some nights I've been at Anfield.

They ended up getting done, those lads in the utd end.

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17 hours ago, Ronnie Whelan said:

Absolutely evil place was Leeds back then. Leeds and Middlesboro were the two most horrible places in the league.

 

I remember this Cockney lad I got to know on holidays gave me a lend of one of those stupid hooligan books. He was sound but reckoned it was top class literature. I finished it in a night and found it funny as fuck. Think they were West Ham and were making out that their motley crew of fifty lads were taking over places like Leeds and Middlesboro. My abiding memory of those places is giving it serious toes but I suppose that doesn't sell books.

That utd book is the worst.

They reckon about 6 of them came here in the 85 semi and battered scousers all night.

Certainly doesnt tally with what I've heard.

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The Derby in 2001. Easter Monday night at 5.30. 

 

Managed to get a ticket from Everton without registering with them and picked it up from their ticket office next to the ground which was basically a portakabin in the Park End. 

 

Took a risk going in their end but decided to keep quiet as much as possible in the lower Bullens. Loads of their fans booed and shouted murderers throughout the minutes silence as it was the closest game to the Hillsborough anniversary.

 

Despite trying to keep my head down some lad I went to college with was sat about 6 seats away and shouted "what tye fuck are you doing in here you kopite twat". I walked over to him.and politely told him I'd knock him out if he shouted anything like that again. Luckily no one around was listening. Not even the two old dears who had butties, a coffee flask and a rosette each which said "I hate Emlyn Hughes"

 

Never been at a game with such a poisonous atmosphere and it is definitely not the friendly Derby anymore, was definitely not then. 

 

Managed to keep my composure when Mcallister scored the winner. They went mental as they thought he had moved the ball about 20 yards forward and from where I sat it looked like the ball skimmed off the turf about 3 times before the net bulged. Put my hands over my face because I was about to shout out and then started laughing. 

 

One bitter who was about 6 ft 5 came up to me and patted me in the back thinking I was crying and said "don't worry lad we'll beat them redshite bastards one day". The lad from my college walked sheepishly up to me and apologised to me.

 

Saw one Liverpool fan who was goading the Evertonians get filled in and went back to the pub that is now the Glenbuck Hotel and there were a couple of skirmishes outside there. 

 

Went into town and met my Evertonian mate who was pissed off. He ended up shagging some big fat munter from Huddersfield which made him doubt depressed the day after. 

 

Went to a Sportsman's dinner a few years ago and Gary McCallister signed my match ticket. He said "you took a chance going in there didn't you?". I said he could have got me killed and he laughed saying it was bad enough walking off the pitch at the end. 

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On 09/10/2021 at 07:57, Paulie Dangerously said:

Chelsea (a) Feb 2011

 

Days after selling Torres we went to Stamford Bridge. Went down on the Friday with my dad and a lad from our local. First night ended up in a pub near the bridge trying to get into a central American barmaids knickers after she invited me to a rock venue when she finished (howl in the moon or something) with loads of her southern mates buying me drinks. I went the bar and saw the prices for my round and just fucked off back to the hotel and had a wank. 

 

Next day as we were heading for some breakfast the lad we were with let out an awful loud fart as some fella walked behind him with his head down. He went spare ranting about someone farting in his face. When he realised we were scousers he was sound because he was West Ham and left us with, "You better beat those cunts today after farting in my fawking face!"

 

All day drinking and then to the game. It was the most rabid I'd ever been to before or since. Everyone was ready to tear the head off Torres. I had to stop my dad from going on the pitch. Stewards trying to take banners of people getting told to fuck off. Agger elbowing Torres. The goal going in was a mental celebration. There were loads of pics of us giving Torres the finger and celebrating. 

 

We'd met up with my uncle who lives down there and as the fans were leaving scuffles broke out with Chelsea fans running at our fans. We lost my uncle, but found him standing next to a police van. Over the years this has evolved to him holding the hands of a policewoman and his protests of, "It was just bright so you could see it!" Don't wash. 

 

From the ground was hairy. Chelsea Gammons everywhere looking for scousers, it was the first time I'd seen a grown man roll his sleeves up for a fight. 

 

Ended up in a pub with a glass cheese room, menu with thousands of cheeses and we kept winding the cheese man up asking for babybels, dairylea and cheese strings. 

 

One of those weekends where you don't stop laughing from start to finish. It was the fart what won it. 

 

This one was a good one. Had a less eventful time of it, but remember plenty of arseholes outside the ground. Went absolutely mental when Johnson skipped through.

 

Fulham in 2014 was another great one, we were shit (toure skrtel were a terrible pairing), but brought it back around and after the penalty went in it genuinely felt like we were confirmed in the race, poetry in motion taking off and everyone bouncing. Special atmosphere.

 

Trying to think if there was an equivalent in 19/20, maybe Norwich? As it was an ordeal until we got the breakthrough. Atmos in the London pub I was in was good, no idea about carrow road though.

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3 hours ago, sir roger said:

There was chaos outside Goodison that night and it certainly wasn’t six of them. In reality they probably hid in the Brick making up stories.

Yep it was full of fairytales.

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On 11/10/2021 at 18:19, Harry Squatter said:

Man Utd in the Europa League in 2016.

 

The twats made a banner for us on the M62 on the way into Salford. Our coach got quite heavily bricked on the way into the stadium car park. Once we got out they left us alone the bad shithouses.

 

We were facing the disabled supporters end and one typical looking Manc in there who was looking after someone in a wheelchair decided to come to the front and try to goad all the Liverpool fans. Obviously thought he would never get filled in. Anyway, some fella in a motorised wheelchair moved out of his allocated spot and drove it to the top of the disabled area then sped up towards this Manc who was still giving it the big i am to the Liverpool fans and ran him over, knocking him all the way down to the advertising hoardings. It was a bigger cheer than a goal.

 

The Mancs had been criticised for their lack of atmosphere and after the first leg at Anfield they decided to bring a few flags and banners but it just looked pathetic. Even though they got a spawny penalty within 5 minutes it didn't lift the atmosphere at all and even some tourist Mancs in the Main Stand were filming the away fans.

 

Continuo scored before half time and the away erupted, with about 20 chairs being used as Frisbees. The away end basically sung non stop for the rest of the game. At the end a few young lads sitting in the upper tier with the home fans decided to unfurl a load of Liverpool flags which started the Mancs off and a couple of 50 odd year old ran down 20 flights of stairs to batter them but a few of them got banged out.

 

Had to run the gauntlet across from the Main stand corner to the car park and get on the coach, avoiding a few Mancs intent on starting trouble as well as over zealous police with aggressive dogs. 

 

Managed to get a police escort onto the motorway, avoiding a few more flying bricks and paving stones. I think I got home quicker from OT faster than some nights I've been at Anfield.

Brilliant away that one. From my memory Cheltenham was on so we ended up in Manc land early watching the racing. 

It was pretty electric around Manchester that day. There was a lot of our lads in their end from what I heard and in the pub we were watching the racing, I saw a few lads I recognised. Keep the head down job though and stay in your little area. The barmaid sussed us and winked at us saying we didn't have too far to travel.

About two hours before kick off, they started with their chants - in fairness no different to us - the one that got me was "have you ever seen Liverpool win the league". Didn't hear any of their nasty ditties to be fair. 

 

10 hours ago, Arniepie said:

That utd book is the worst.

They reckon about 6 of them came here in the 85 semi and battered scousers all night.

Certainly doesnt tally with what I've heard.

Absolute whoppers. 

 

The state of some of those books.

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5 hours ago, Tony Moanero said:

What ground had/has the best pies?

 

Valley Parade - Chicken Balti.

Shrewsbury

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Coventry, last game of 89-90. Already won the League. Gorgeous day, everyone pissed in the big field by Highfield Rd. Massive game of 1000 a side footy. All the songs getting an airing. Went 1 down before Digger got 3  & finished top scorer. Won 6-1. Back into Town when got home. Into the Cavern, absolutely fucking brilliant night, the celebrations down Mathew St went long into the night. Still 1 of the best nights of my life. I was at Istanbul, all the FA Cup finals but nothing comes close to that day for me. 

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Juventus 2005. Flew to Marco Polo (Venice) and hired a car. Stayed in a youth hostel in Milan. Went to the Milan derby (CL quarter final) the night before our game where the match was abandoned after the flares stopped play.

 

Drove to Turin early, had an ice cream in some park before going to ground where we were told there would be secure car parking. A corden of gendarmerie insisted we park on the outside of the corden forcing us to brave a few locals before entering the ground.

 

The previous week's home leg confirmed we were not friends (they turned their backs on the Heysel tribute) and we spent the next few hours either side of the game glad we were well away from them. After the game we watched them burn a few police vans attempting to get at us before it petered out.

 

Never felt so relieved as when we got back into the car and headed back to Milan. As I was keeping my head down and hoping those nasty Italians would go away without noticing me I remember one scouser dressed as batman! He didn't exactly blend into the crowd.

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On 12/10/2021 at 12:08, Arniepie said:

That utd book is the worst.

They reckon about 6 of them came here in the 85 semi and battered scousers all night.

Certainly doesnt tally with what I've heard.

Those 85 semis were right up there as the worst trouble Ive seen. To say the Mancs got a pounding is an under statement. Liverpool fans were ultra violent and saw it as payback for the things that happened at Wembley in the 83 Milk Cup Final, roles reversed. County Rd was a war zone and any pub with Man U in was trashed and those inside got a kicking. 

They actually refused to leave the ground at the end and police had to force them out.

Alls sorts of things were being thrown in the ground, golf balls with nails in broken bottles etc.

The return leg at Maine Rd was worse. Cars were burnt, houses bricked and another load of Mancs were volleyed everywhere. 

Not our proudest moment in terms of fan behaviour, but unfortunately not our worst. That came a couple weeks later. 

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Yep, I remember getting off at Kirkdale that day and there was an atmosphere unlike any before or since....blood was in the air. When that gate opened between the Park End and The Enclosure, I've never seen so many try and pile through.

 

The worst violence I've seen at Anfield was an October League Cup game against West Ham  in 82  I think. Only 28, 000,  but there must have been running battles in every street around Anfield that night. Anyone not involved had to take cover in the doorways.

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