Most 'bother' you've ever got into at a football match

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
 
Electric Blue. Were you in the Witton Lane in '81. There were bout 30 of us. Oh we had fun, especially when Power scored.
 
got dragged out by a copper in the old kippax
,then he chose to puch me in the face for throwing
coins, But will add i wasnt but put it down to the wearing
a bright YELLOW sweatshit which stood out like i shore
thumb, oh and i was only 15/16.
 
It's amazing how times have changed. I barely used to flinch at seeing trouble in the early years of attending (late 70's).
I can remember going to the baseball ground at the end of the 79/80 season. They beat us but were already relegated. Just another day at the office, derby fans some of them no older than me (11) gobbing on the City fans.
Probably the maddest thing I've seen at a match, two pissed up City fans, one stood behind his mate who was sat on the terraces looking out of it. He decided to have a piss all over his mate in full view of everyone, who just put his head back and opened his mouth. He must have thought it was beer. I think I just laughed, i'd be pretty appalled these days.
Then to cap the day off, a running battle on the pitch after the city fans upset Derby's relegation party with pisstaking which caused them all to run at us.
Can't remember being scared although obviously I didn't get involved but just thought it was all part of watching football.

I've been booted up the arse by a policeman and told to fuck off home when I walked around the Kippax waving at Pompey fans picking all the coins up at the final whistle after a Nicky Reid late late winner, that was funnylooking back.

But the most trouble I've been in was probably last Saturday, my own fault, nothing too serious I hope and still waiting to resolve it with the club. I might post about it when it's sorted out.
 
mancunial said:
football special days late sixties and seventies, always running battles at leeds, stoke, sheff utd but always found notts forest the big one, remember 69 70 walked over trent bridge they were waiting for us (city were proper skinheads) they (notts for) were like a sort of mottley crew of greasers it just went big time, now if you have ever walked to notts station in those days it was one long straight road, lads just dragging each other into shop doorways and kicking seven buckets of shit out of each other, it was really heart pumping time? then the same would be re, enacted each year, it was same leeds, but we was always outnumbered there?

Were you at Forest on that Sunday around 1973/74 for the FA Cup match when Duncan McKenzie scored a hat-trick (i think!) and we lost 4-1 ....... they cornered us in the ground and it kicked off bigstyle , both inside and outside ...... they were a real bad lot in those days.

We had hardly any windows in the coach going back!

The following cup round they played Newcastle , who were just as bad , if not worse ...... and there were a few stabbings.
 
heres one for you utd v city old trafford cricket ground, think it was 69, before the season started, can anyone remember it?
 
I`ve never really got into bother as such but I do remember the mid - late 70`s as a little kid about 11-12 years old me and my mates, same age getting the sh1te kicked out of us by grown men/ Liverpool and Everton `fans`, I don`t mean just a slap, I mean a proper kicking, what was worse, their other fans/grown men just stood around laughing, this is why I now have a very very low tollerance to any loud mouthed Scousers around me just in general day to day living, funny that now I`m 16 stone of muscle they`re not interested in giving me grief.
The only other time was away to Carlisle ( lost 2-0, Tolmie missed pen :-( ) in the escort on the way back, a couple of chancers did a dive bomb and singled me out, the fact I was the smallest and skiniest had nowt to do with it I suppose.
 
der-bomber said:
I once got twatted on the side of the head, in a pub at Chelsea, with one of those big chunky type glass ashtrays ,had a lump the size of an egg. Thank fuck for the smoking ban .

Yeah, sorry about that!!!
 
allan harper said:
Away from football match days just a general night out in manchester is there much trouble between City and the rags.

Sorry mate, this doesn't necessarily answer your question as its still regarding match days but I've just remembered a few things. The Rising Sun got done by City about five years or so back on a random Saturday night after we had been playing away (can't remember where) and there have been other examples. If anything, United are a little bit more vulnerable to attacks in Town because they have more pubs that can be classed as 'United' than City in the centre of Town. On the other side of the coin, you've got to take on a pub full of United armed with pint pots, tables, pool cues etc.!!

When The Athenaeum was City's (5 years or so ago) and we weren't banned from it, there were 'events' after nearly every City home game. Is that place still open by the way? That period was quite a laugh to be honest.

Away from football match days completely, I was behind Pete Boyle at a New Order gig once and was working out how I could kill him with a plastic pint pot.
 
I think it was the year we won the league cup 76 , Quote me if i'm wrong it was against boro in the semi final we won 4-1 . I was in the kippax and as we scored the 4th goal i turned to the boro supporters and stuck two fingers up at them , a few seconds later i was dragged from behind by a copper and taken to a police cabin at the back of the kippax , i got a warning told off and sent home i was only 16 at the time , funny now when i think back shit myself at the time though !
 

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