xgorton
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I remember going to Leeds road Huddersfield 3 Seasons on the bounce when we we're in 2nd Division,63/64,64/65 and promotion season 65/66.
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Weird Away Days
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Burnden Park getting your laces confiscated before getting in the ground. Weird.
xgorton
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Spot on Easter Monday lost at home to Leeds 2-1.My first time on a football special that. If I remember correctly was a bank holiday weekend and we were home to Leeds on the monday (maybe wrong and old age getting better of me)
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Rocked up at Victoria St for an away day special Mid 60’s, can’t remember where to, but the game was cancelled due to frozen pitch? There were hundreds of us on the concourse wondering what to do. Someone shouted ‘let’s go to Anfield, they’re playing Leeds’ (top of the table clash in those days) so we all piled on a train to Liverpool. Surreal wasn’t in it. Hundreds of City fans chanting for City in the end opposite the Kop. Lids won 1-0.
Middlesborough away in the early 80s, went up in my mates car, we were all about 14/16 apart from the driver who would of been 17. It was cold, and misty, and City took about 800 fans.
There were 4 boro fans in our end, we knew this cause they were wearing knee high doc martins boots, and they had boneheads. Well they didnt last long before City fans jumped on them. I can't remember how they got out, I think the police came in, and saved them from being seriously damaged.
At some point during the match there was what looked like fighting in the paddock to our left, and we thought any City fan in there must be completely mad. Any how the police rushed in, and they pulled out of the paddock a couple of kids about 10/11 years old. Apparantly they were Sunderland fans. They were escorted around the pitch in front of the City fans to cheers, and clapping, and the two cheeky urchins stook the figures up at us.
After the game me, and my mates got seperated so there was just 3 of us. We set of walking to the car but then noticed a group of lads further down the street, and one of my mates said one of them was flashing a knife at us so we stopped. We were still close to the ground, and didnt fancy walking towards the lads who were waiting for us. Fortunately a copper on a horse came over, and asked us what we were doing so we explained the situation to him. He asked if our car was down that way, and we told him yes. He said, right come with me, and he escorted us close to where our car was parked, and our other mates were waiting. It must be the smallest police escort ever but we were very grateful to that police officer.
There were 4 boro fans in our end, we knew this cause they were wearing knee high doc martins boots, and they had boneheads. Well they didnt last long before City fans jumped on them. I can't remember how they got out, I think the police came in, and saved them from being seriously damaged.
At some point during the match there was what looked like fighting in the paddock to our left, and we thought any City fan in there must be completely mad. Any how the police rushed in, and they pulled out of the paddock a couple of kids about 10/11 years old. Apparantly they were Sunderland fans. They were escorted around the pitch in front of the City fans to cheers, and clapping, and the two cheeky urchins stook the figures up at us.
After the game me, and my mates got seperated so there was just 3 of us. We set of walking to the car but then noticed a group of lads further down the street, and one of my mates said one of them was flashing a knife at us so we stopped. We were still close to the ground, and didnt fancy walking towards the lads who were waiting for us. Fortunately a copper on a horse came over, and asked us what we were doing so we explained the situation to him. He asked if our car was down that way, and we told him yes. He said, right come with me, and he escorted us close to where our car was parked, and our other mates were waiting. It must be the smallest police escort ever but we were very grateful to that police officer.
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Rocked up at Victoria St for an away day special Mid 60’s, can’t remember where to, but the game was cancelled due to frozen pitch? There were hundreds of us on the concourse wondering what to do. Someone shouted ‘let’s go to Anfield, they’re playing Leeds’ (top of the table clash in those days) so we all piled on a train to Liverpool. Surreal wasn’t in it. Hundreds of City fans chanting for City in the end opposite the Kop. Lids won 1-0.
Now that IS bizarre, I'm surprised you didn't get battered lol.
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Middlesbrough away mid to late eighties not sure of exact dates, gone up on the infamous Yelloways coach that consisted of Middleton, Langley, Oldham, Rochdale blues, this trip everyone had plenty of beer on the coach as usual and we’d got up there in good time so had a good drink in one of the pubs, kicked off in there police came and marched us to the ground where it went off again, hot dog seller going berserk with a big knife he used for cutting the rolls, can’t remember the score. As we all got back to the coach and set off the driver said it’s my last job working for these do you want a pub crawl home, well a big cheer of agreement went up, apart from one bloke who said he had to get back for a wedding reception, it got put to the vote, wedding or pub crawl, well the first stop was on the A1 got in the pub asked the driver if he wanted to chance a shandy, no I’ll have a pint of lager he said, 3 pints later back on the coach, next stop just outside Leeds, just the two in here says the driver, someone asked him if he was pushed for time, no not keen on the beer in here, so he knocks back two double whiskeys, with his pint, next stop near Huddersfield get back on the coach here and we’re all arseholed, driver as well, back roads till we get home now, he says, last stop near Rochdale, all I remember getting back on the coach and he’s reversing it across the car park, right through a dry stone wall of someone’s garden, puts his foot down flys out the car park towards Rochdale, we’re the last drop in Oldham at the old Yelloways depot at mumps, turns into the yard and waiting is a police car and a van along with the Yelloways manager. As we’re getting off someone said you’re f*#ked now mate, and he just turns round it’s been a bloody great trip, always said I wanted to go on the lash with you lot. I passed him his whip round and said hope it covers part of the fine.
Some absolute mad trips on Yelloways back then and lads that still never miss a game to this day.
Some absolute mad trips on Yelloways back then and lads that still never miss a game to this day.
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Was that when white equalised, bloody freezing in the standing at the side?
Booked a train for a trip to Walsall in the New Year, 1963. Game was cancelled. Can't remember how long it was before Walsall's ground thawed out and the game could be played.
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York away late 90’s I swear down there we’re at least 840,000 of us in the away end that night!
Middlesbrough away mid to late eighties not sure of exact dates, gone up on the infamous Yelloways coach that consisted of Middleton, Langley, Oldham, Rochdale blues, this trip everyone had plenty of beer on the coach as usual and we’d got up there in good time so had a good drink in one of the pubs, kicked off in there police came and marched us to the ground where it went off again, hot dog seller going berserk with a big knife he used for cutting the rolls, can’t remember the score. As we all got back to the coach and set off the driver said it’s my last job working for these do you want a pub crawl home, well a big cheer of agreement went up, apart from one bloke who said he had to get back for a wedding reception, it got put to the vote, wedding or pub crawl, well the first stop was on the A1 got in the pub asked the driver if he wanted to chance a shandy, no I’ll have a pint of lager he said, 3 pints later back on the coach, next stop just outside Leeds, just the two in here says the driver, someone asked him if he was pushed for time, no not keen on the beer in here, so he knocks back two double whiskeys, with his pint, next stop near Huddersfield get back on the coach here and we’re all arseholed, driver as well, back roads till we get home now, he says, last stop near Rochdale, all I remember getting back on the coach and he’s reversing it across the car park, right through a dry stone wall of someone’s garden, puts his foot down flys out the car park towards Rochdale, we’re the last drop in Oldham at the old Yelloways depot at mumps, turns into the yard and waiting is a police car and a van along with the Yelloways manager. As we’re getting off someone said you’re f*#ked now mate, and he just turns round it’s been a bloody great trip, always said I wanted to go on the lash with you lot. I passed him his whip round and said hope it covers part of the fine.
Some absolute mad trips on Yelloways back then and lads that still never miss a game to this day.
Few of my older mates used to go on Yelloways from Middleton and Langley
Blootoof
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I remember the size of the pot holes in the road they were like craters
The walk from the train station before the game. The locals were at their front doors trying to sell us hats with hooligan plastered on the front.
xgorton
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The winter of 63 was one of the worse ever,we had a game mid December then the next game wasn't till end of February. By the way that 3rd round cup match at Walsall was eventually played in March won 1-0.Booked a train for a trip to Walsall in the New Year, 1963. Game was cancelled. Can't remember how long it was before Walsall's ground thawed out and the game could be played.
I remember going to Leeds road Huddersfield 3 Seasons on the bounce when we we're in 2nd Division,63/64,64/65 and promotion season 65/66.
I was probably at those games also but this one may have been a Cup game as there was a really big following. Not sure if my mind is playing tricks now but I seem to remember the City fans walking clockwise and the Huddersfield fans walking anti clockwise, both ends totally swapped.
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Jamie Carragher likes this postMy dad sold a new Sierra Cosworth to Bob Carolgees back in the late 80s and he gave my dad a 'Spit the Dog'. I remember taking it to Filbert Street iirc and he ended up conducting the City fans 'Spit the Dog Spit the Dog Spit the Dog' and then to finish the day off someone dressed as the Pink Panther invaded the pitch. love City.
The number of lads that went to city from midd was quite impressive, plenty of times 6+ coaches full with some odd scarfers mixed in. Heywood was another big catchment area but we didn’t get on with them at the time . Town vs town not city vs city.Few of my older mates used to go on Yelloways from Middleton and Langley
lazza
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OK, so it's not City, but it was the most bizarre game I have ever been to...
A few years ago, me and some mates were in Prague for a stag weekend, and had ended up in a locals pub on the Friday night talking to some Sparta Prague fans. They suggested that we go to Sparta's home game the following day against Banik Ostrava, and would easily get tickets on the door.
SO the next day, after a couple of hours in the pub, about half of us decided to get a taxi out to the stadium and see if we could get in to the game. The other half decided it would be too expensive and the beer would be a rip-off, so stayed in the city centre drinking. The fools....!
We got into the game easily, really cheap tickets for the home stand, to find that half-litre plastic cups of beer were about half the price of the tourist-trap bars in the city centre, and you could take your beers to the seat! Result! But then things started to get really interesting.
There seemed to be a surprisingly high police presence, so we found someone who could explain that the police were expecting riots. Apparently, Karel Poborsky - the club's biggest start - had been dropped from the first team squad a couple of games earlier because he had criticised the manager, and this had incited protests outside the ground a couple of days earlier... which had turned into riots when the Czech police had waded in with batons to break up the crowds! So even before anything particularly weird happened, there were helicopters above the ground and police cordons around the pitch...
The football wasn't particularly eventful, although the Ostrava fans set fire to their seats when Sparta scored.
And then, with about 10 minutes to go to half time, EVERBODY, in every stand, just got up and walked out! We're left sitting there with about a dozen others wondering what the hell was going on! Part 1 of the protest, it seemed, was to show the club that without the fans, the game is nothing, so all the fans (home and away) just left their seats and went to the concourse and bars.
But the second hald, everything kicked off, protest Part 2 was a full-on demo. The whole crowd spent the second half in orchestrated protest and disrpution: turning their backs on the game; unfurling huge protest banners across the stands; pulling out seats and chucking them at stewards; throwing smoke bombs onto the pitch. The game stopped and started again, stopped and started and eventually got to 5 minutes from the end... then 4 huge Tellytubby banners were rolled down the whole length of each block of one stand, each Tellytubby with a single letter on their TV belly: A C A B. And another banner unrolled across another stand: "All Cops Are Bastards". And the whole ground, home and away, just spent the last five minutes chanting "A C A B"!
Amazingly, there was very little trouble after the game... and Poborsky got back in the squad!
But without a doubt, the most weird away day ever (and probably the best £3 I've ever spent on a match-ticket!)
A few years ago, me and some mates were in Prague for a stag weekend, and had ended up in a locals pub on the Friday night talking to some Sparta Prague fans. They suggested that we go to Sparta's home game the following day against Banik Ostrava, and would easily get tickets on the door.
SO the next day, after a couple of hours in the pub, about half of us decided to get a taxi out to the stadium and see if we could get in to the game. The other half decided it would be too expensive and the beer would be a rip-off, so stayed in the city centre drinking. The fools....!
We got into the game easily, really cheap tickets for the home stand, to find that half-litre plastic cups of beer were about half the price of the tourist-trap bars in the city centre, and you could take your beers to the seat! Result! But then things started to get really interesting.
There seemed to be a surprisingly high police presence, so we found someone who could explain that the police were expecting riots. Apparently, Karel Poborsky - the club's biggest start - had been dropped from the first team squad a couple of games earlier because he had criticised the manager, and this had incited protests outside the ground a couple of days earlier... which had turned into riots when the Czech police had waded in with batons to break up the crowds! So even before anything particularly weird happened, there were helicopters above the ground and police cordons around the pitch...
The football wasn't particularly eventful, although the Ostrava fans set fire to their seats when Sparta scored.
And then, with about 10 minutes to go to half time, EVERBODY, in every stand, just got up and walked out! We're left sitting there with about a dozen others wondering what the hell was going on! Part 1 of the protest, it seemed, was to show the club that without the fans, the game is nothing, so all the fans (home and away) just left their seats and went to the concourse and bars.
But the second hald, everything kicked off, protest Part 2 was a full-on demo. The whole crowd spent the second half in orchestrated protest and disrpution: turning their backs on the game; unfurling huge protest banners across the stands; pulling out seats and chucking them at stewards; throwing smoke bombs onto the pitch. The game stopped and started again, stopped and started and eventually got to 5 minutes from the end... then 4 huge Tellytubby banners were rolled down the whole length of each block of one stand, each Tellytubby with a single letter on their TV belly: A C A B. And another banner unrolled across another stand: "All Cops Are Bastards". And the whole ground, home and away, just spent the last five minutes chanting "A C A B"!
Amazingly, there was very little trouble after the game... and Poborsky got back in the squad!
But without a doubt, the most weird away day ever (and probably the best £3 I've ever spent on a match-ticket!)
Burnage Burnsy
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Went to the far East for my 30th birthday. Ipswich away on the Sunday and Norwich away on the Tuesday - plus a Monday night in Great Yarmouth with loads of other City fans. Felt surreal for large parts (if you know East Anglia you know what I mean)
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Not VPJB?OK, so it's not City, but it was the most bizarre game I have ever been to...
A few years ago, me and some mates were in Prague for a stag weekend, and had ended up in a locals pub on the Friday night talking to some Sparta Prague fans. They suggested that we go to Sparta's home game the following day against Banik Ostrava, and would easily get tickets on the door.
SO the next day, after a couple of hours in the pub, about half of us decided to get a taxi out to the stadium and see if we could get in to the game. The other half decided it would be too expensive and the beer would be a rip-off, so stayed in the city centre drinking. The fools....!
We got into the game easily, really cheap tickets for the home stand, to find that half-litre plastic cups of beer were about half the price of the tourist-trap bars in the city centre, and you could take your beers to the seat! Result! But then things started to get really interesting.
There seemed to be a surprisingly high police presence, so we found someone who could explain that the police were expecting riots. Apparently, Karel Poborsky - the club's biggest start - had been dropped from the first team squad a couple of games earlier because he had criticised the manager, and this had incited protests outside the ground a couple of days earlier... which had turned into riots when the Czech police had waded in with batons to break up the crowds! So even before anything particularly weird happened, there were helicopters above the ground and police cordons around the pitch...
The football wasn't particularly eventful, although the Ostrava fans set fire to their seats when Sparta scored.
And then, with about 10 minutes to go to half time, EVERBODY, in every stand, just got up and walked out! We're left sitting there with about a dozen others wondering what the hell was going on! Part 1 of the protest, it seemed, was to show the club that without the fans, the game is nothing, so all the fans (home and away) just left their seats and went to the concourse and bars.
But the second hald, everything kicked off, protest Part 2 was a full-on demo. The whole crowd spent the second half in orchestrated protest and disrpution: turning their backs on the game; unfurling huge protest banners across the stands; pulling out seats and chucking them at stewards; throwing smoke bombs onto the pitch. The game stopped and started again, stopped and started and eventually got to 5 minutes from the end... then 4 huge Tellytubby banners were rolled down the whole length of each block of one stand, each Tellytubby with a single letter on their TV belly: A C A B. And another banner unrolled across another stand: "All Cops Are Bastards". And the whole ground, home and away, just spent the last five minutes chanting "A C A B"!
Amazingly, there was very little trouble after the game... and Poborsky got back in the squad!
But without a doubt, the most weird away day ever (and probably the best £3 I've ever spent on a match-ticket!)
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Went to the far East for my 30th birthday. Ipswich away on the Sunday and Norwich away on the Tuesday - plus a Monday night in Great Yarmouth with loads of other City fans. Felt surreal for large parts (if you know East Anglia you know what I mean)
Far East LOLWent to the far East for my 30th birthday. Ipswich away on the Sunday and Norwich away on the Tuesday - plus a Monday night in Great Yarmouth with loads of other City fans. Felt surreal for large parts (if you know East Anglia you know what I mean)
blue b4 the moon
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Did Tunisia v Wales before the WC in France.
On hols over there and the rep was a Forest fan and agreed to put a coach on to the game in Tunis along with tickets.
A day before the game I was chatting to an old couple by the pool all afternoon and they had come to go to the game but were going to hire a car, they were well impressed that we'd got a coach laid on, the bloke said him & his wife had come to watch his grandson Ryan play who was the youngest Welsh international..he saved the day by saying he'd made his debut in the previous game (while I'd been on holiday) Ryan Breen/Green can't remember now.
Anyway game day, mixed coach, no beer allowed and off to the game. We had seats equivalent to B/C block at MR. The only stand with a roof in 30+ degrees.
Just before ko a group of 30 or so Welsh lads arrived and were in the block below us, the abuse they gave us was dreadful...we had women & kids in our 50 or so.
All I remember of the game was Hartson being fat as fuck, Wales losing 4-0, us laughing at the Welsh fans and the best part...after singing Men of Harlich for the first 20 mins solid the Tunisia fans decided to sing it back to them all second half while they were getting stuffed.
On hols over there and the rep was a Forest fan and agreed to put a coach on to the game in Tunis along with tickets.
A day before the game I was chatting to an old couple by the pool all afternoon and they had come to go to the game but were going to hire a car, they were well impressed that we'd got a coach laid on, the bloke said him & his wife had come to watch his grandson Ryan play who was the youngest Welsh international..he saved the day by saying he'd made his debut in the previous game (while I'd been on holiday) Ryan Breen/Green can't remember now.
Anyway game day, mixed coach, no beer allowed and off to the game. We had seats equivalent to B/C block at MR. The only stand with a roof in 30+ degrees.
Just before ko a group of 30 or so Welsh lads arrived and were in the block below us, the abuse they gave us was dreadful...we had women & kids in our 50 or so.
All I remember of the game was Hartson being fat as fuck, Wales losing 4-0, us laughing at the Welsh fans and the best part...after singing Men of Harlich for the first 20 mins solid the Tunisia fans decided to sing it back to them all second half while they were getting stuffed.