Scariest away day following City

My memory is fading fast but was there a football cardigan (west ham colours two arm bands on arm?) and a patchwork jumper around in the 70's? Shirt jackets too?

Fair isle jumpers and star jumpers...yeah we all looked ****s
 
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Old Trafford 1974. Dennis had just back healed his goal into the rags net. The charming Utd fans decided to hoard across the pitch into the scoreboard where we stood. About 50 core of the old school fought the hoard for about five minutes, until they were over whelmed. My greatest memory of that last stand was George McQuire having ago.
 
spirit of the kippax said:
Old Trafford 1974. Dennis had just back healed his goal into the rags net. The charming Utd fans decided to hoard across the pitch into the scoreboard where we stood. About 50 core of the old school fought the hoard for about five minutes, until they were over whelmed. My greatest memory of that last stand was George McQuire having ago.
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They ran accross the pitch into our end before the kick off mate thats how they got in, there were thousands of blues left outside because they had filled the stand. The only actual violence I saw was an elederly City fan being head butted after the goal.
By the time they came in after the pitch invasion it was practically all rags.
I was 17 years old and had gone to the game on my own, what a dick I must have been. Only Everton away in the 70's on a Boxing day was scarier for me only about 200 City fans turned up they were all in our end and it was some Everton fans that saved me. Hence my soft spot for Everton.
 
spirit of the kippax said:
Old Trafford 1974. Dennis had just back healed his goal into the rags net. The charming Utd fans decided to hoard across the pitch into the scoreboard where we stood. About 50 core of the old school fought the hoard for about five minutes, until they were over whelmed. My greatest memory of that last stand was George McQuire having ago.
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George didnt look much but was a game f@@ker and would always be up the front......Anyone know if he is still with us ?
 
Its been great reading this thread.


When we got relegated after playing against Liverpool in 1996. Police took a battering outside the Sherwood. Empty beer crates were lined up across the road with empty Beer bottles and the police and were bombarded. Further down outside the Welcome. A United fan decides to have his Cantana flag waving outside his sunroof only for his car to be stuck in traffic, City fans come come flying out of the Welcome and tip the Car on its side, P**s in his car and set fire to his flag. Then a coach went past with Liverpool fans giving the V's, again City fans come flying out and manage to get in the fire escape of the coach and set about the scousers.


Police actually saved us after the 3-1 Last derby game at Maine Road. We was in a pub called the Abbey in Hulme after the game. A couple of hours after the game the pub had more or less emptied. Then my mate who knew the landlady, got told to go upstairs and look outside. He come flying down and told us to arm ourselves with anything we could get our hands on. United's lads were walking down all masked up (as per usual) to ambush the boozer. Must have been a hundred of them. Luckily the police come out of nowhere and saved us. We would have had a right pounding with only about 20 of us left in the pub.


Coming back after our first derby win at the swamp for decades. 2-1 Benjani game. We was on our way back to Droylsden. Funnily enough we was driving down Ashton New Road past our ground when a Van passed our mini bus and threw a bucket of piss at us. The Van stopped at the Traffic lights and a few of our lads got out to confront them only for their back doors to fly open and a load of United fans tooled up with hammers etc... attacking us and the bus. Mental!!


Another one against United. Was when Howey scored for us and I think we drew 1-1. We walked back from Old Trafford to Maine Road with a few nutters who said there was a planned meet around near the Sherwood. It was chaos all the way back. Whitworth Park was a war zone. Lads fighting everywhere. The police were on to it though Riot vans everywhere.


As we all know. Stoke away game when relegated was carnage. We arrived at 5 mins to kick off and got rushed by a handful of Stoke nutters who got their comeuppance. I had a few mates in the Stoke end. One got arrested, another got thrown out and managed to get back in the ground 3 times . The car park at the end was bedlam. Just rocks and tree stumps raining down at us.
 
failsworthblueboy said:
They ran accross the pitch into our end before the kick off mate thats how they got in, there were thousands of blues left outside because they had filled the stand. The only actual violence I saw was an elederly City fan being head butted after the goal.
By the time they came in after the pitch invasion it was practically all rags.
I was 17 years old and had gone to the game on my own, what a dick I must have been. Only Everton away in the 70's on a Boxing day was scarier for me only about 200 City fans turned up they were all in our end and it was some Everton fans that saved me. Hence my soft spot for Everton.
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Was that 76 when Hartford scored. I was there with my old man in the main stand.
 
Pezzer2 said:
Its been great reading this thread.


When we got relegated after playing against Liverpool in 1996. Police took a battering outside the Sherwood. Empty beer crates were lined up across the road with empty Beer bottles and the police and were bombarded. Further down outside the Welcome. A United fan decides to have his Cantana flag waving outside his sunroof only for his car to be stuck in traffic, City fans come come flying out of the Welcome and tip the Car on its side, P**s in his car and set fire to his flag. Then a coach went past with Liverpool fans giving the V's, again City fans come flying out and manage to get in the fire escape of the coach and set about the scousers.


Police actually saved us after the 3-1 Last derby game at Maine Road. We was in a pub called the Abbey in Hulme after the game. A couple of hours after the game the pub had more or less emptied. Then my mate who knew the landlady, got told to go upstairs and look outside. He come flying down and told us to arm ourselves with anything we could get our hands on. United's lads were walking down all masked up (as per usual) to ambush the boozer. Must have been a hundred of them. Luckily the police come out of nowhere and saved us. We would have had a right pounding with only about 20 of us left in the pub.


Coming back after our first derby win at the swamp for decades. 2-1 Benjani game. We was on our way back to Droylsden. Funnily enough we was driving down Ashton New Road past our ground when a Van passed our mini bus and threw a bucket of piss at us. The Van stopped at the Traffic lights and a few of our lads got out to confront them only for their back doors to fly open and a load of United fans tooled up with hammers etc... attacking us and the bus. Mental!!


Another one against United. Was when Howey scored for us and I think we drew 1-1. We walked back from Old Trafford to Maine Road with a few nutters who said there was a planned meet around near the Sherwood. It was chaos all the way back. Whitworth Park was a war zone. Lads fighting everywhere. The police were on to it though Riot vans everywhere.


As we all know. Stoke away game when relegated was carnage. We arrived at 5 mins to kick off and got rushed by a handful of Stoke nutters who got their comeuppance. I had a few mates in the Stoke end. One got arrested, another got thrown out and managed to get back in the ground 3 times . The car park at the end was bedlam. Just rocks and tree stumps raining down at us.
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I was at all those games and in the Stoke bit with nine of us. Our numbers spooked them as you just need to stick together. In the end chatting so the car park was a surprise as we were corralled in like sitting ducks for missiles from the adjacent building sites.
 
Got corporate I'm the Stretford End when we got beat two nowt when Cantona got both. I raged about a United tackle and a lad in front who was utd said something. I threatened him and he said I was just agreeing with you. I didn't feel good and felt super stupid....
 
DRINKLEVEDRY said:
He was living in leve mate but I've not seen him for about two years as you say he's a fucking sound fella but mad as lol.
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He's been doing a few aways with us and he's now living in heaton mersey
Retired now but as someone said he would never take a backward step
Still wont buy a drink !!!
 
Joined this forum mainly to tell my story in this thread from another perspective.

25 Aug 1984. Plough lane AFC Wimbledon vs Manchester City

As a (then) very passionate Chelsea fan (from Sweden) I traveled to London 2-3 times a season mainly to watch Chelsea.
However all English matches, around London, I could see during a visit I would go to.
That day Chelsea played Arsenal at Highbury and I went to that game. Kick off at 11:30. I considered myself pretty streetwise after all my travels and sure enough I had no problems getting to and from Highbury without any fuss. Knowing what to look out for and how to blend in.
I had a small bag with me that I filled with Chelsea Souvenirs on sale and after the game made may way to South London. Took ages to get there and once at the ground the only stand still open was the away end. I was just about the last person in before the shut the turnstiles.
I was about to have my first close encounter with Mancunians...

The crumbling terrace was packed and devoid of any "safe space". It was a combination of many things in the stand. Frustration with the game, Wimbledon 2-0 up early on, a "somewhat" drunken crowd, Chelsea fans turning up and pelting missiles from the road outside the ground and various scuffles with the police. Although I speak decent English I could not understand random comments, because of the heavy accents, from people nearby and decided to just keep quiet and watch the game no matter what happens. Once City scored I made a point of doing my own very visible celebration.
Trying to sell the image of "He might be a weird recluse but at least he's a city fan"

But that bag full of Chelsea gear didn't seem like such a good idea any longer...

I didn't move an inch for 105 minutes I think. And once the away end was informed that we would be kept in for our own security until further notice the tempers flared again. I just thought; this is not going to end well.
As we finally were allowed out a copper kept saying there are plenty Chelsea fans still in the area so take care.
So there was another level of anxiety. Escape this mob only to get whacked by the Headhunters.
However. At 21 I was a pretty good runner... My plan was crystal clear. Once outside I'll set off like a bullet and I'll keep going full pelt for 10 minutes in my chosen direction no matter what. No one is going to catch me. Then a cab.

I've been in plenty of tight situations in my life but never felt as vulnerable as then...

But as all good stories it has a happy ending. I love the city of Manchester now and have done for quite some time.
 
WestGorton said:
Was that 76 when Hartford scored. I was there with my old man in the main stand.
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I honestly don't remember the year mate, I just remember some Evertonian walking past shouting "where's cracknel" he stopped and asked me had Les Cracknel travelled and said he was gonna kill him, they'd been in jail together. Then these young Everton fans said " stand over here lah" there was a chant of City ! City! and I was about to walk over and they stopped me, it was Everton and they attacked everyone who went over.
They said I could go with them but I declined, kept my gob shut and got home safe. Never felt that way anywhere else mate although that was the game I stopped going to games on my own.
 
Johnny Winkdog said:
Joined this forum mainly to tell my story in this thread from another perspective.

25 Aug 1984. Plough lane AFC Wimbledon vs Manchester City

As a (then) very passionate Chelsea fan (from Sweden) I traveled to London 2-3 times a season mainly to watch Chelsea.
However all English matches, around London, I could see during a visit I would go to.
That day Chelsea played Arsenal at Highbury and I went to that game. Kick off at 11:30. I considered myself pretty streetwise after all my travels and sure enough I had no problems getting to and from Highbury without any fuss. Knowing what to look out for and how to blend in.
I had a small bag with me that I filled with Chelsea Souvenirs on sale and after the game made may way to South London. Took ages to get there and once at the ground the only stand still open was the away end. I was just about the last person in before the shut the turnstiles.
I was about to have my first close encounter with Mancunians...

The crumbling terrace was packed and devoid of any "safe space". It was a combination of many things in the stand. Frustration with the game, Wimbledon 2-0 up early on, a "somewhat" drunken crowd, Chelsea fans turning up and pelting missiles from the road outside the ground and various scuffles with the police. Although I speak decent English I could not understand random comments, because of the heavy accents, from people nearby and decided to just keep quiet and watch the game no matter what happens. Once City scored I made a point of doing my own very visible celebration.
Trying to sell the image of "He might be a weird recluse but at least he's a city fan"

But that bag full of Chelsea gear didn't seem like such a good idea any longer...

I didn't move an inch for 105 minutes I think. And once the away end was informed that we would be kept in for our own security until further notice the tempers flared again. I just thought; this is not going to end well.
As we finally were allowed out a copper kept saying there are plenty Chelsea fans still in the area so take care.
So there was another level of anxiety. Escape this mob only to get whacked by the Headhunters.
However. At 21 I was a pretty good runner... My plan was crystal clear. Once outside I'll set off like a bullet and I'll keep going full pelt for 10 minutes in my chosen direction no matter what. No one is going to catch me. Then a cab.

I've been in plenty of tight situations in my life but never felt as vulnerable as then...

But as all good stories it has a happy ending. I love the city of Manchester now and have done for quite some time.
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Pretty much remember it the same we had a stand-off with them on the way back to the van one of the lads got nicked , they let him out at Kensington nick then on the piss in soho & kipped in deckchairs In green park great away day weather was red hot
 
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JCB001 said:
George didnt look much but was a game f@@ker and would always be up the front......Anyone know if he is still with us ?
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George McQuire is still with us but I have been informed today that another of the old City boys has passed away, George Carr RIP
 
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