Extreme Away Days

Remember that game. We battered em and should have won. We had all the paddock and K Stand. Must have been one of our biggest away followings ever that one. A fairly large group of rags were sat in K stand and it kicked off right above us.
That might have been the day it kicked off big style down Seymour Grove - we claimed we battered them and vice versa. They then claimed they came into K stand and ran us all over...
 
Went to the lgcup game about that time when we lost 2-0, thousands of city & trouble everywhere
It was midweek,tues or weds,we didn't get in till just before half time because of the police taking the p1ss with searches from edgehill all the way to the ground.
it was a war zone all night,saw people slashed in the face on the coach back to the train station,then on the train, windows being put through with pellet rifles,thank god the guards had pulled the metal blinds down,all the way back to the train station every household standing on their doorsteps giving us the V's
 
How about 22nd March 1977 A night game at QPR. About 50 city there in the open end they had back then. Chelsea turned up which was nice of them.

The Springbok was still there though.
 
Some great away day memories.

The wettest, Wigan at Springfield Park sliding down the mud behind the goal at a night match, also a day game about 1998 pissed down always seemed too piss down in Wigan.

Memorable moment, Wimbledon away at Plough Lane, scorching hot and getting rammed onto a overground/underground train back to Euston packed in like sardines, a copper was stood facing us, you could see him sweating and turning white, next thing he puked all over one of my mates, all down him, friggin horrible.

Scariest, been in some dodgey situations, but for being scared, we played Cardiff about 84 on a August bank holiday, we got an early service train and got off in Newport for a drink, out of nowhere Newport’s finest turned up on mass and all hell broke out, bottles, glasses, pool balls everything getting launched, police turned up and escorted us to the train station for Cardiff, what we had just witnessed was just the start. Pulled up at that tiny station next to the ground and just a tiny cinder path down to the main road, there was no more than 100 of us, as we started walking down you could just hear roars of Cardiff, being honest my bottle was going, we didn’t want to get off the station but the local police were forcing us off, calling us English bastards and everything, we got onto the main road and there was thousands of them waiting, we turned left and they just steamed us the police doing nothing to stop them, a lot of blood was spilt, during the game all kinds of stuff getting thrown into the ground, I remember when the game was over and we got kept in, a City fan stood on one of the barriers with a mouth organ and started playing the last stand, never seen/heard so many nervous laughs, trouble back to the station, thought it was over when we got back on the train, but no, the train started getting bricked and some City fans pulled the emergency chain and opened the doors jumped off and started running over the lines, mad day and by far the most I have shit myself at a game.
 
We went on the special
Some great away day memories.

The wettest, Wigan at Springfield Park sliding down the mud behind the goal at a night match, also a day game about 1998 pissed down always seemed too piss down in Wigan.

Memorable moment, Wimbledon away at Plough Lane, scorching hot and getting rammed onto a overground/underground train back to Euston packed in like sardines, a copper was stood facing us, you could see him sweating and turning white, next thing he puked all over one of my mates, all down him, friggin horrible.

Scariest, been in some dodgey situations, but for being scared, we played Cardiff about 84 on a August bank holiday, we got an early service train and got off in Newport for a drink, out of nowhere Newport’s finest turned up on mass and all hell broke out, bottles, glasses, pool balls everything getting launched, police turned up and escorted us to the train station for Cardiff, what we had just witnessed was just the start. Pulled up at that tiny station next to the ground and just a tiny cinder path down to the main road, there was no more than 100 of us, as we started walking down you could just hear roars of Cardiff, being honest my bottle was going, we didn’t want to get off the station but the local police were forcing us off, calling us English bastards and everything, we got onto the main road and there was thousands of them waiting, we turned left and they just steamed us the police doing nothing to stop them, a lot of blood was spilt, during the game all kinds of stuff getting thrown into the ground, I remember when the game was over and we got kept in, a City fan stood on one of the barriers with a mouth organ and started playing the last stand, never seen/heard so many nervous laughs, trouble back to the station, thought it was over when we got back on the train, but no, the train started getting bricked and some City fans pulled the emergency chain and opened the doors jumped off and started running over the lines, mad day and by far the most I have shit myself at a game.
we went to Cardiff on the special , fuckers were everywhere on the way to the ground , Wimbledon as well first game of the season ? Kipped in a deckchair in Hyde Park Corner overnight .
 
The postponed Forest cup game brings back memories. 3 car loads of us drove down on the Saturday & not one of us had the radio on. We met up with our mate, a fellow Blue living in Notts, in the Nottingham Knight pub & he told us the game had been called off at about 1pm. We thought it was a wind up and it was only when a couple of Forest fans walked in and confirmed it that we believed him. We had a couple of pints and were back in Hollinwood in time for opening. Our Notts-based mate's local newsagent was a relation of Brian Clough and he occasionally helped him out with the Sunday papers. When our mate went in the next day Cloughie was behind the counter so he told him about our wasted trip. Cloughie apologised, would you believe, and asked him to pass it on to us all. He also said that he hoped we would all be able to get down to the rearranged game in midweek, adding that he also hoped we would enjoy the game.............but not too much !
I somehow can't imagine any of today's top Managers selling papers on a Sunday morning !
 
How about 22nd March 1977 A night game at QPR. About 50 city there in the open end they had back then. Chelsea turned up which was nice of them.

The Springbok was still there though.
There were a few more than 50, I was on the Finglands coach and there was a Mayne's coach too plus a few southern-based Blues, including a couple of old school-mates of mine.I didn't realise at first that they were Chelsea, I was wondering where QPR's "firm" had come from as it was usually one of the quieter away trips. Dreadful match too, uneventful 0-0 draw.
 
Thought that was called off due to heavy rain? Went with my wife's cousin, no radio on, and as we were going over Trent Bridge we noticed everybody walking away. The match had been postponed due to a waterlogged pitch. Went on the Wednesday to the rearranged match on Maynes coaches, which was full of most of the hard lads from the Kippax.
You could be right, I know it wasn't snowing while we were sat on the special in Piccadilly, I just remember Howard Yeats shouting "it's off" and everyone getting off the train.
 

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