In 1970 I was 15 an we played the 2d leg of the LC semi at the swamp, an the only way my old fella would let me go was with one of his mates from work..........I had broke my leg so I was in plaster, an he knew if I went with the usual suspects it would kick off, so along comes his mate, Billy Blue, yes it was his real name.
First we end up in the stretford end paddock, just the two of us with railings seperating from 12500 of the unwashed, he then spends 90 mins taking the p*ss an throwing crisps at em like were in a f*cking zoo, they were going f*cking mental.
We come out while all the city fans are being kept in, having just knocked the bleeders out, so there aint too many other people walking along smiling, and get on a bus, upstairs so he can have a fag, full of the basterds an every one a nuckle dragger, I`m sat there thinking no Bill, please be quite or we get killed, the conductor comes along, ...............TWO TICKETS TO WEMBLEY PLEASE......then just sets off ripping the p*ss out of any of them who even looks like they wanted to say something with a big grin on his face, I can only think they had him down as a complete nutter because not one of them got narky.
Top post mate! really enjoyed the read!!!
I get home and the old man says, "I knew Bill would keep you out of trouble".........He didn`t know the half of it, God bless Billy wherever he may be now, for one of the most interesting nights ever at a game.