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.
