It was many many moons ago, but in my younger days i was an out and out skinhead, you know the script, Ox blood Dr Martens, turned up jeans, braces dangling around my arse and a green Nigel military flying jacket, anyway on one of the many occasions we was playing West Ham away and when we got of the train we got ambushed at the the station, i was running up the platform when this West Ham skinhead clothes lined me, he was the biggest fucker you've ever seen, he must have been 6 foot 7 at least and he says i bet your from fuckin Salford, and i just said actually I'm not and he dragged me to my feet and slapped me across the head and said run you little fucka run, so i set off like i had the shit and need ed the toilet, he never caught me as in them days i could do 100 meters in little over 10.5 second even with Doc Martens on, and another time was oldham away, we took the ground and before the game started there was a pitch invasion with most of the city fans trying to get to the good seats on the other side of the pitch, so not being one to to miss out on the fun i decided to climb over the fence and have a run around too, As i was running this city fan was being chased by a copper and just as he was about to be nicked he hit the deck in a small ball and the copper couldn't stop and went flying over the top of the city fan who just got up and ran the other way, but the copper had lost his helmet and not one to look a gift horse in the mouth decide to kick said helmet into the nets, but i didn't count on the helmet being as hard as a rock and nearly broke my toes for my trouble, the worst thing was it was being televised and when i got in later that night as i walked through the door my mam gave me a bigger dig than the big fucker at west ham had, she knew I'd gone to the game and was worried because the game was delayed through the pitch invasion, but then she said i saw you on the pitch arms raised giving the V's to the oldham fans, she went absolutely ballistic, Not to mention the food fight i started at Maine Road, City v Norwich, this numpty Norwich fan was spitting at us in the away bit in the Kippax and i was eating one of the old beef pies when it started to disintegrate in my hand burning me in between my fingers, so the only alternative was to launch said pie at this foul Norwich fan who was spitting, well it hit him and you should have heard him scream, them pies were ridiculously hot and if you tried to wipe them off it was like trying to wipe Napalm off, it just spreads, anyway this guy behind me thought it was funny and launched his 33p hot dog at the away fans and with in seconds there was a mass food fight , it on lasted about 25 seconds but i will never forget it, , they were the days though, little things like sewing fish hooks into your collars of your Levi denim jacket so that if anyone grabbed you by them you just wrenched away and it would slice their fingers to ribbons, hence making them useless because they could no longer clench a fist, I'm glad to say i grew up and i hate violence in any shape or form now