Weird Away Days

middman said:
The number of lads that went to city from midd was quite impressive, plenty of times 6+ coaches full with some odd scarfers mixed in. Heywood was another big catchment area but we didn’t get on with them at the time . Town vs town not city vs city.
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I know there are loads of match going blues in Middleton, even today

I run a bus for every home game and a lot of away games from the Albion
 
Not much of a funny story but the feeling/atmosphere when we played Reading away in 2013 was weird - just after we had lost the cup final and Mancini was sacked, Brian Kidd the manager for the night. Reading had already been relegated as well and the weather was grim, we won 2-0. It was a home game at the weekend to Norwich and that was a weird game, Rodwell got both of our goals, there was a moment where Kolarov gave the South Stand some grief and for both of these games Kompany wasn't even in the squad, no report of an injury either - not sure if there's ever been a reason given why
 
liamctid said:
Not much of a funny story but the feeling/atmosphere when we played Reading away in 2013 was weird - just after we had lost the cup final and Mancini was sacked, Brian Kidd the manager for the night. Reading had already been relegated as well and the weather was grim, we won 2-0. It was a home game at the weekend to Norwich and that was a weird game, Rodwell got both of our goals, there was a moment where Kolarov gave the South Stand some grief and for both of these games Kompany wasn't even in the squad, no report of an injury either - not sure if there's ever been a reason given why
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We got held up in traffic that night as some prick managed to crash a boat into the central barrier on the A34 ( true story )
 
A weird one for me was Cardiff away in the 1980’s in whatever fucking division the championship used to be and at a time when Cardiff fans were utter cunnts (worse than now!). It was a blue hot bank holiday Monday, in the days when shops didn’t open on a bank holiday so nobody to blend in with. I was living in London at the time and travelled with the London branch and as we were coming into Cardiff there was a tall gangly lad with bright ginger bushy hair and a City shirt and scarf - I asked him to make sure he hid the shirt and scarf under his coat, at which he said “coat, what coat”? Needless to say none of us went anywhere near him when we got off the train! One of the lads said he knew a good pub from his student days (I think it was called the Old Arcade?) which he said would be safe - we get outside it and there is the biggest hardest bunch of Cardiff fans stood outside drinking, and 15 of us walking past with no shoppers to blend in with. For reasons that I couldn’t fathom they just looked at us and didn’t batter us, and we walked about 2 miles to find a safe pub with lots of old fuckers in it. After the game was fucking murder, the police escort back to the station of 3 coppers and a dog was never gonna stop a few hundred Cardiff fans he’ll bent on mayhem. I remember saying to a lad next to me “we need to stand and fight here” at which we said “too fucking right mate” in a broad welsh accent, just as he twatted me. Fucking awful journey back to the station and onto the train. The ginger lad wasn’t on the train and I never ever saw him again either!
 
BringBackSwales said:
A weird one for me was Cardiff away in the 1980’s in whatever fucking division the championship used to be and at a time when Cardiff fans were utter cunnts (worse than now!). It was a blue hot bank holiday Monday, in the days when shops didn’t open on a bank holiday so nobody to blend in with. I was living in London at the time and travelled with the London branch and as we were coming into Cardiff there was a tall gangly lad with bright ginger bushy hair and a City shirt and scarf - I asked him to make sure he hid the shirt and scarf under his coat, at which he said “coat, what coat”? Needless to say none of us went anywhere near him when we got off the train! One of the lads said he knew a good pub from his student days (I think it was called the Old Arcade?) which he said would be safe - we get outside it and there is the biggest hardest bunch of Cardiff fans stood outside drinking, and 15 of us walking past with no shoppers to blend in with. For reasons that I couldn’t fathom they just looked at us and didn’t batter us, and we walked about 2 miles to find a safe pub with lots of old fuckers in it. After the game was fucking murder, the police escort back to the station of 3 coppers and a dog was never gonna stop a few hundred Cardiff fans he’ll bent on mayhem. I remember saying to a lad next to me “we need to stand and fight here” at which we said “too fucking right mate” in a broad welsh accent, just as he twatted me. Fucking awful journey back to the station and onto the train. The ginger lad wasn’t on the train and I never ever saw him again either!
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If I am not mistaken I think we had played palace away on the Saturday of the bank holiday weekend? No mither at selhurst but if my memory serves me right (which it probably doesn’t) there was a huge mob of Chelsea (who’d been playing at home) waiting to greet us at Victoria station. About a dozen of us decided to go into the Breakspear pub where we’d been drinking before the match, and thought wtf there was a huge mob of Blues in there, a good 200 plus of proper lads. I went to the bar and ordered some drinks and it became apparent these lads were a darker shade of Blue, and then a shout went up “there’s another train of City coming in” and about 150 of them went out to greet some moe City fans. It was the quietest fucking pint I’ve ever had, as we thought it unwise to all get up and leave at the same tine. To be fair they must have known we were City fans but they never touched us.

Brings it all back about what away matches used to be like. Dodging death was a lot more exciting than the football we played in those days
 
BringBackSwales said:
A weird one for me was Cardiff away in the 1980’s in whatever fucking division the championship used to be and at a time when Cardiff fans were utter cunnts (worse than now!). It was a blue hot bank holiday Monday, in the days when shops didn’t open on a bank holiday so nobody to blend in with. I was living in London at the time and travelled with the London branch and as we were coming into Cardiff there was a tall gangly lad with bright ginger bushy hair and a City shirt and scarf - I asked him to make sure he hid the shirt and scarf under his coat, at which he said “coat, what coat”? Needless to say none of us went anywhere near him when we got off the train! One of the lads said he knew a good pub from his student days (I think it was called the Old Arcade?) which he said would be safe - we get outside it and there is the biggest hardest bunch of Cardiff fans stood outside drinking, and 15 of us walking past with no shoppers to blend in with. For reasons that I couldn’t fathom they just looked at us and didn’t batter us, and we walked about 2 miles to find a safe pub with lots of old fuckers in it. After the game was fucking murder, the police escort back to the station of 3 coppers and a dog was never gonna stop a few hundred Cardiff fans he’ll bent on mayhem. I remember saying to a lad next to me “we need to stand and fight here” at which we said “too fucking right mate” in a broad welsh accent, just as he twatted me. Fucking awful journey back to the station and onto the train. The ginger lad wasn’t on the train and I never ever saw him again either!
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Lost 2-1,was you at Palace 2 days before 2-0 win hot day first game of season.Yes you was Lol.
 
BringBackSwales said:
If I am not mistaken I think we had played palace away on the Saturday of the bank holiday weekend? No mither at selhurst but if my memory serves me right (which it probably doesn’t) there was a huge mob of Chelsea (who’d been playing at home) waiting to greet us at Victoria station. About a dozen of us decided to go into the Breakspear pub where we’d been drinking before the match, and thought wtf there was a huge mob of Blues in there, a good 200 plus of proper lads. I went to the bar and ordered some drinks and it became apparent these lads were a darker shade of Blue, and then a shout went up “there’s another train of City coming in” and about 150 of them went out to greet some moe City fans. It was the quietest fucking pint I’ve ever had, as we thought it unwise to all get up and leave at the same tine. To be fair they must have known we were City fans but they never touched us.

Brings it all back about what away matches used to be like. Dodging death was a lot more exciting than the football we played in those days
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Yes I remember the Chelsea mob that day,I can't think why years ago I always went from Victoria to Palace,but last 5 visits always change at London bridge and drink at the Barrow market.
 
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