crafty cockney wrote:
Leeds away in the 80's fighting all the way back to the station,came at us in the park felt like Zulu literally thousands came at us over the motorway into the park but about 100 stood and hand to hand fighting down the line before suddenly they were going backwards and we had them backing off before west Yorkshire old bill attacked us for having the cheek to defend ourselves,everton away in the 81 quarter final was as bad,during the match you had to shield yourself from the coins and other missiles then outside the walk back to the station was like black hawk down,geezers coming out of pubs with crates of beer to throw bottles at you women and kids throwing bottles at you and then every estate on scotty road turned out to throw everything at us from up high bricks bottles stones you name it they threw it whilst the scouse cnuts tried to get into police escort as we knocked them out more tried sneaking in all the way to the station,the replay was payback time liittle firm of theirs got out before game over and were under escort back to Oxford rd where one of biggest firms of city were waiting for them and they got it even with old bill protecting them,never once been everton without it kicking off,and the time at our place when city got in the platt lane stand was some of the worst trouble at city with mounted old bill on the Kippax to try to keep us from going over the fences at the scouse
Everton away that night was a fun night, i cant remember what station the escort ended up taking us back to, but it had a big ramp leading to it. was going off on the platform until the train pulled away and the lads jumped on as it was leaving.
happy days
It was lime St they took us back to there was thousands of them there trying to have a go,one scouser was leaning over the barrier telling us how lucky we were that we were still alive after the attacks they had made on us ,and then told us we would get it again at the replay but he leaned over the barrier too far and got caught on the chin with an absolute
peach of a punch and saw stars for a few minutes,only problem was that when got in the station all of us not going back to Manchester had to walk through to more scousers who wanted to give us a different kind of smile before we got on the train and who should be there but the scouser with stars in his eyes and him and his mates wanted revenge for their mates trip to the floor, but for once the old bill were there and his plans were thwarted even though it was kicking off on all of the platforms it was like a war zone,with the scouse baying for blood,the train finally pulled off and you were at last able to breath a sigh of relief that you were still in one piece,it was an absolutely mental day