What puzzles me is Italian fans and Turkish fans can stab opposition fans at will and UEFA don't seem to bat an eyelid at it, I could be wrong but the year that the Leeds fans got killed nothing happened.I can tell you that you’ve encountered the Italians before. I didn’t go to Juve in 2005 but Rome in 2001 was as murky a trip as I’ve ever had. Wasn’t on the front line, that’s not my thing, but we saw some heavy stuff going on. The lads who went to Napoli the first time said that was even worse. Mind you, it was the worst ever outside our ground in a while in the return leg, there were loads of kick offs outside.
To be clear, this doesn’t mitigate the Liverpool fans behaviour that evening, but I’m glad someone seems to grasp that Italian travelling fans aren’t these lillywhite innocent waifs they’re being made out as here. I’ve heard the story about a gun but I was sure I was told it was a flare gun. Not sure on that though.
What puzzles me is Italian fans and Turkish fans can stab opposition fans at will and UEFA don't seem to bat an eyelid at it, I could be wrong but the year that the Leeds fans got killed nothing happened.
Italians get away with murder.
I've encountered Italians, Germans, and hundreds of other teams' fans. You lot are the worst. Utter shithouses. You are hated the length and breadth of this country. For good reason. Can give it out. But Jesus, when you get on the wrong end, you are like the proverbial smacked arse. You wallow in self-pity, think you're somehow a cut above the rest - that coming from Liverpool bestows a special badge of uniqueness. You're no fucking different from any one or any thing. I recall with great glee being chased around the back of Anfield Rd as a young lad. I was with my dad, the two of us just minding our own business, my dad, was 60yrs of age then, had his City scarf on, 5 of your lot decided to give us grief. Turned the corner after a rather breathless jog to Stanley Park and 3 blokes my dad knew from work saw we were in lumber. They sat in their car until the lads chasing us stopped running. Then they got out of the car and asked who they were chasing. "Er, er, nobody mister". I rarely condone violence but seeing those lads get smashed all over the bonnet and leathered from pillar to post made my day. We got in our car and, to the sound of my dad's mates' car tooting its horn, drove off and my dad has never returned since. Anfield is the only ground he's steadfastly refused to go to since that day. Man, it was beautiful, 5 lads all Billy Big Bollocks. Leathered. You're vermin.I can tell you that you’ve encountered the Italians before. I didn’t go to Juve in 2005 but Rome in 2001 was as murky a trip as I’ve ever had. Wasn’t on the front line, that’s not my thing, but we saw some heavy stuff going on. The lads who went to Napoli the first time said that was even worse. Mind you, it was the worst ever outside our ground in a while in the return leg, there were loads of kick offs outside.
To be clear, this doesn’t mitigate the Liverpool fans behaviour that evening, but I’m glad someone seems to grasp that Italian travelling fans aren’t these lillywhite innocent waifs they’re being made out as here. I’ve heard the story about a gun but I was sure I was told it was a flare gun. Not sure on that though.
I've encountered Italians, Germans, and hundreds of other teams' fans. You lot are the worst. Utter shithouses. You are hated the length and breadth of this country. For good reason. Can give it out. But Jesus, when you get on the wrong end, you are like the proverbial smacked arse. You wallow in self-pity, think you're somehow a cut above the rest - that coming from Liverpool bestows a special badge of uniqueness. You're no fucking different from any one or any thing. I recall with great glee being chased around the back of Anfield Rd as a young lad. I was with my dad, the two of us just minding our own business, my dad, was 60yrs of age then, had his City scarf on, 5 of your lot decided to give us grief. Turned the corner after a rather breathless jog to Stanley Park and 3 blokes my dad knew from work saw we were in lumber. They sat in their car until the lads chasing us stopped running. Then they got out of the car and asked who they were chasing. "Er, er, nobody mister". I rarely condone violence but seeing those lads get smashed all over the bonnet and leathered from pillar to post made my day. We got in our car and, to the sound of my dad's mates' car tooting its horn, drove off and my dad has never returned since. Anfield is the only ground he's steadfastly refused to go to since that day. Man, it was beautiful, 5 lads all Billy Big Bollocks. Leathered. You're vermin.
Do you think it might be in response to the LFC fans taking over their towns & Cities, thieving & looting. Those Sergio Tachini tracksuits that we’re acquired for free.
& don’t try & dilute the tragedy with 31 Juve fans to 8 LFC fans, it was no such thing, you just can’t own it.
KloppitE hasn’t. He has a clear memory of a lot of people on the ferry having “different accents”. Once he arrived in Brussels, he recalls right wing fans of other clubs being present before he sneaked into the stadium through a hole that someone had kicked in. Marvellous memory for someone who was 12 at the time.They've thrown the towel in with blaming Chelsea fans & Belgian skinheads, the new one is "you weren't there la"....
KloppitE hasn’t. He has a clear memory of a lot of people on the ferry having “different accents”. Once he arrived in Brussels, he recalls right wing fans of other clubs being present before he sneaked into the stadium through a hole that someone had kicked in. Marvellous memory for someone who was 12 at the time.
“There was a few scuffles that had broken out. Some lads in Union Jack t-shirts singing 'En-ger-lund, En-ger-lund' songs with 'F-off yer cockney wool ****s yer!' and the like said to them as inter-club scuffles broke out.”‘..... right wing fans of other clubs .....’
I’d left enabling your previous tawdry inference any further, but far be it from you to now stick to what was actually wrote and not put your own slant on it mate.