Wembley 1981 memory's

got a ticket at Chorleywood for the saturday and watched as Gerry Gow dominated Hoddle and co in midfield. They subbed Villa and he got a round of applause as he came round the pitch to the tunnel to the dressing rooms, we thought we had seen the last of him. A few Spurs in our end for the replay and it kicked off and I missed Stevie Macs goal.

We should have won it in the first game when we hit the post.........

Like De niro I dislike this lot
 
18 at the time & the only transport I had was my Honda 250 superdream so I decided to go on a supporters coach from near stafford (I lived there at the time) somehow missed the coach so as I had my ticket & a bit of cash in my pocket filled the bike with petrol & set of for wembley, on the way down every coach & every other car seemed to be full of blues & with my city scarf around my face & neck to keep out the cold it was thumbs up all the way down, parked right outside wembley,
Strange but I dont remember the game much as it seemed to be kicking off all over the place with the spuds fans & to be honest it was not a good place to be (I nearly put my crash helmet back on inside the ground!),
came away from wembley with my city scarf trailing in the wind & felt sure I was going to get set upon by what seemed like thousands of cockernees looking for trouble,
it seemed a long way home not helped by the fact I had run out of money & was short of petrol,
Went to the replay with my brother in his car & to be honest although it was a great game the fact we lost means its not good memories.
 
I went on the Saturday but not the Thursday. My dad and I drove down on the Friday night and came back on the Sunday, staying over with my mum's cousin in London. We travelled to the game on the Tube, in with loads of Spurs fans - my old man insisted that I wasn't allowed to wear any colours and we kept quiet all the way. There was a bit of a menacing atmosphere around the ground, but I don't recall ever actually feeling threatened myself.

My main memory is of just being gutted not to win, it having looked through most of the afternoon that we would. Someone mentions above Spurs being lucky, but actually we blew it. MacKenzie hit the post trying to get the ball on his right foot when round the keeper - if he'd hit it earlier with his left rather than let the angle get so bad, he'd have scored. I don't know what Tommy Hutch was thinking with their equaliser, either. And we should have had them in extra time, when they were dropping like flies while we were clearly stronger and fitter, but we couldn't make the advantage tell.

Bah. Like others, I've never forgiven them for it.
 
City had a great cup run that year beating Everton and Ipswich on the way and as kids the build up to the final was all we talked about. Cup final fever had set in and Spurs were an attractive team to play, they had the 2 Argentinians, Villla and Ardiles playing for them which was a big deal at the time and their cup final song was on the radio everywhere, which of course we made our own version of.
We travelled down to the replay with my brother,cousin and uncle in my dads Triumph, I was only 12 at the time and it was on a Thursday night so we had the day off school. The motorway was full of Blues all the way down to London. It was my first visit to Wembley and I was so exited about seeing my heroes walkng out on to the famous turf. We were in the upper East stand behind the goal and there wasn`t as many Blues at the replay as there had been on the saturday game. There was some great home made flags around and I remember a song about Steve Archibald the spurs striker to the tune of the Caledonian airways advert that was around at the time which we quickly changed to `Scratch your balls`. Spurs fans were everywhere, in the enclosure in front of us and to both sides, it seemed that all the Londons firms had mobbed up with Tottenham for this one. There was little battles going on all over the place, Spurs fans were trying to climb up into our end and City were giving it them back and throwing pints of piss down on them. The yids were throwing the sticks from their flags at us like spears, plus coins and anything else they could get hold off. When City went 2-1, I thought we were going to win the cup but it wasn`t to be, I consoled myself at the time that with players and a manager like this, there would be many more cup finals to come in the following years.
 
Saturday game no problem there and back on a coach.
The Thursday game was a fkin nightmare.
Went on a minibus.Had to wait for a mate who was at the magistrates court in the morning so set off late.
A stone flew up on the motorway and smashed the windscreen and we had to wait for that to get fixed.
Got there 20 mins late got thru the turnstiles but they said the upper section was full so we managed to get in the lower section. Fkin full of Spuds!!.
We managed to get pushed and pulled into the City section and watch us get beat.
Then to top it all off a mob of Spuds decided to empty a garden wall into the minibus and we ended up getting a police escort to the hospital.
 
Yeah, We went to both. Remember it kicking off everywhere before, during & after. Also remember my mate Barney (RIP) taking out his "frustrations" (ahem!!!!) ... on some fat,ugly smarmy cnut of a spurs fan. Had to stand in front of my mate as I thought he`d killed this spurs fan. Hate the bastards with an absolute passion to this day. Utter vermin.
 
What a weekend this was about 10 of us went in a hired merc van set off friday afternoon sleepin bags in hand van stocked with booze had to stop again at alty run out restocking needed, stopped again at pub in stoke where we were supposed to over night in carpark but lad who was driving said he felt ok after 10 pints? got to London early morning and got collared outside buck house by M.E.N reporter photo,s took, front page of pink that night still got the pic. could go on for ages crackin weekend should ave won first game easy but the rests history roll on April.
 
sat 9th may,no 8 bus into town,train from piccadilly,game on,stood in the lower tier tunnel end,after about 60mins felt something warm running down my bleedin leg,the dirty fat git behind me decided to have a lag where he was stood,never forget he was a yorkshire blue as he had let us all know,10 mins from heaven then all tits up.thursday the 14th,brunswick pub on piccadilly 12 bells,shara from portland street,game on,mackenzie scores but dont see it as im watching the spurs fans getting a good crack near the tunnel,defeat and despair,after the game tottenham fans waste a copper on the car park,some city fans run in to save him,it makes the daily express i think and 1st game of next season wba i think at maine rd the copper is a guest of the club meeting up again with the city fans,my undevided hatred like many other city fans of thfc begun in may 1981.
 
ChorltonAzzurro said:
I've noticed a lot of peoples dislike for Spurs (they aren't my cup of tea either) does it stem from the trouble at this game?

I was only just 5 but remember my Grandad going mad in the kitchen following Hutchison own goal.

Certainly does for me. The trouble, the arrogance and smugness of them afterwards, all the publicity they got and that sodding Villa goal shown ever since. And then the hatred was renewed with that cup game at Maine Road years later. And that twat Garth Crooks and his f***ing opinions.

Just remembered there was also a story at the time that some Blues stepped in to save a copper who was getting a beating from Spurs fans. Heard it first hand at the time and heard it since but never quite sure if it was true. I think another version said there were Ctiy fans pretending to be Spurs who were the ones beating the copper up. As not many wore colours at the time I'm not sure who they would do that other than putting on fake cockney accents as they smacked him.
 

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