There was no better feeling than walking down dog shit alley with the Kippax in full flow. You could virtually feel the atmosphere, especially at a night game. The world was a much better place back then.What a sad bunch of cunts
Remember that game well . Absolutely roasting hot day . Jibbed over the turnstiles in that away corner . Blues on the opposite side in the standing paddock swaying like feck ! One thing has always stood out about that day in my memory though . The slowest , most pissed up walk on i`ve ever heard in my life !
Night games at Maine Rd were fucking aceThere was no better feeling than walking down dog shit alley with the Kippax in full flow. You could virtually feel the atmosphere, especially at a night game. The world was a much better place back then.
Night games at Maine Rd were fucking ace
I was in the Kippax for the '75 league Cup Derby (the game when the king was crocked by Buchan). There seemed to be no segregation that night. Or if there was, it failed badly. It was kicking off in pockets all over that stand. Not a pleasant experience for a 12 year old.Never seen really bad trouble at Maine Rd, despite standing on the Kippax in the days when there was still no segregation on derby days between supporters. Maybe the odd scuffle. Always kept myself to myself, and I'm no streetfighter anyway, and was somehow never picked on even at Anfield and Elland Rd, where I was usually on my own. Had to keep your wits about you, though.
Closest I came to it was picked on by two rags, both bigger than me, while walking down Claremont Rd would you believe, after a match. They called me a couple of names, spat in my general direction without actually hitting me, I answered back, they started walking towards me, I just turned with my usual aplomb and walked away. In short, nothing to report really.
Oh, yeah, years later, guy jumped me on the north bank at Arsenal. I was with a good mate who was an Arsenal fan who never missed a home match; I knew I was breaking the rules, wearing my colours. I must have been just about the only blue on the entire terrace! Although there were masses of blues at the scoreboard end. I've always been a bit mouthy at matches, must have wound this bloke up no end, I'd been doing it right through the match. As I say, breaking the most elementary rules. Friend immediately interceded, the bloke (who had had a fair few, to be honest) mouthed off at me, and we moved off in the crowd. At that point I thought I'd be well advised to take my scarf off and put it in my pocket! Oh yeah — we got smashed 3-0.
It kicked off in Picadilly gardens around 5pm ish tooChelsea on a Friday night towards the end of 83/84 season. It was a live TV game and they were heading for promotion, their nutters were all over the place, it even kicked off in the Main Stand.
The whole day and matchday experience was streets ahead of today's sanitised productHow much better was football in those days.
Cost fuck all to get in.
Stood up.
Had a right laugh.
No politically correct twat jumping down every neck if they said anything.
And normal people went to the game not twts with a camera and a half and half scalf
Yep I'm going tomorrow. I go every home game mainly cos I always have and I go with me old chap.The whole day and matchday experience was streets ahead of today's sanitised product
The whole day and matchday experience was streets ahead of today's sanitised product