bridgeblue
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Only managed to see it as it was coming down, seemed desperate to get to the front. Bloody heavy though, almost knocked me off my feet.A milk crate was queuing to get in?
Only managed to see it as it was coming down, seemed desperate to get to the front. Bloody heavy though, almost knocked me off my feet.A milk crate was queuing to get in?
They were metal back then too.Only managed to see it as it was coming down, seemed desperate to get to the front. Bloody heavy though, almost knocked me off my feet.
Yes not many remember the Old Trafford City v United cricket match. That was a total riot. I went with my dad and we had to leave half way through. It was kicking off everywhere. I can't find anything online about it.Leeds and Anfield my two worst late 60's early 70's also the Old Trafford cricket match against scum
stumped me tooYes not many remember the Old Trafford City v United cricket match. That was a total riot. I went with my dad and we had to leave half way through. It was kicking off everywhere. I can't find anything online about it.
Chelsea at Wembley in the full members cup was no picnic
I’m so glad I grew up in the 90’s and away from all of this crap. Imagine not being able to take your kids due to the violence every weekend? No wonder an entire generation grew up thinking football is a TV channel.
Quite sad to see one or two warmly reminiscing about it too. I literally can’t remember the last time I had to fight to escape a situation. Maybe 20 years ago.
I was at Millwall. We had a right crowns there. Chris Francis led.I went to the Millwall with my dad in 87. I walk to the Den was quite intense to say the least. My overriding memory of the game was a lad at half-time trying to rally round everyone to jump the fence to get at them.
I went to the game in 98 with a mate of mine from Brighton. We spent the early evening drinking in a pub that a pal of ours was running near South Bermondsey Station. He knew i was a blue and thought we had a death wish in wanting to go to the game, as he knew from the locals it was going to kick off big time.
I don't think I've ever been so nervous as I was walking to the ground. Saw a group of blues get dragged out of a mini bus get a hiding. Being a southerner definitely helped that night.
The atmosphere was toxic inside and i spent most of the game worrying about getting back to Victoria in one piece. Afterwards we were locked in for ages. Dennis Tueart came down with a loud speaker saying that the police were having a bit of bother outside and for our protection, we'd have to wait longer. Some comedian shouted "let us at em Dennis" which lightened the mood.
When we were finally let out, the streets did resemble a war zone. The Old Bill definitely earned their money that night.