This isn't intended to be a glorification of tear-ups thread. Just after any mildy amusing stories of close shaves or "problems" that you have run into.
I'll start with Bristol Rovers away at Twerton Park......fell for the old "got the time mate" ruse in the car park afterwards and took a few for the team.
Close shave in the pub behind the away end at Bramall Lane (Bladesmen?) Went in there with Oakster, Razil & a couple of others. We were very much the worse for the wear after a train journey up. Chose to ignore the bouncers warnings of being unable to guarantee our saftey and ended up drunkenly staggering away from the pub as more and more angry blades mobbed up by the bar. Rav (non-board member) was so hammered he actually protested when we left.
Still, we got jumped at London Bridge by Millwall and Razil fought in true heroic style to stop them getting on the train!!!
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Walking back to the coach after, a City fan,running past us, smacked Tony E in the face. He stood there and said "Oi, what d'you do that for ?".
The guy actually stopped for a second and said "Sorry mate".
Looking at the floor he walked away.
Are you sure it wasn't a Palace fan from the previous week; poor love.
One or two other close shaves some of which may have required me to break a few sprint records.
It happened twice in a short space of time. Once at Bristol R (sent over a garden wall), and then up at Blackburn.
Took a slap off West Ham, and also had a baseball bat swung at me at the Old Den.
the Old Den (have described this one previously) when I accidentally came out of the wrong gate with one of their crews and ended up being encouraged to 'Stone the horses' as the mounted OB charged down the road. That was exciting
Have been chased down various roads and seen back streets you wouldn't otherwise see, especially in Wolverhampton for some reason. Couldn't do it now, not with my trouble!
Remember that, we were in the Paddock area and within minutes were surrounded ... OB escorted us up to the area next to the Stretford End ... not that sensible. Fun journey home from Old Trafford station ... and we lost 5-1. Most of the sensible Charlton sat in the seats opposite but as Covered Enders we could never do that.
I went into the Stretford end for this match wearing my (I thought) faded satin charlton scarf (satin scarf: honestly youngster's it was all the rage at he time) but they knew I was charlton as I was the only one not dressed on red and white.... and they made it known. So I headed down to the front with the kids. Charlton then scored..... which was celebrated with a quick clap as though I was cold. Anyway, 5 manure goals later I headed out of the stretford end only to be met by the hoolies saying "lets get the charlton". They ran one way and I another. On the bus to Piccadilly station I had to pay my fare with a very strange northern accent. Back at the station the hoolies were looking high and low for charlton fans. But I think most of us kept hidden until the train was ready.......arh those were the days eh!......?
Once at Fulham in the mid seventies I dodged milk bottles and bricks being hurled at us.
Nearly took a slap at Wednesday in the Cup the other year, before the game, so was happy to see a few of our finest giving some of their's a bit of a kicking after the game.
Blimey, I thought we got off lightly in the Ukraine considering what I was expecting, only got tailed most of the day in Dnipro with only a few moments where it looked as if it might go and then had to be walked through the Railway Station by an army/OB escort. Nothing in Kiev though. You must have got very unlucky mate.
Personally I felt on edge all day in Dnipro, but then I think that's because of what had happend less than 24hrs before. It made me pick-up a lot more on all the little groups of them everywhere.
We ended up with a group of Leeds/Huddersfied/pompey late on match day, as the centre was emptying out and the walk to the ground was looking dodgy (esp with the previous day in mind) so we stuck with this group for the old 'strength in numbers' walk to the ground.
Unfortunatley for us, this group of lads were more than keen to "play" themselves and it wasn't long before our 'big' group was confronted by an even bigger mob of Ukrainians. Cue bottles flying through the air, punches being thrown (Fair play to the Hudders lads at this point, who did not budge an inch) and in the end England being legged all the way to the ground, as the numbers took there toll.
With a broken rib, the last thing I needed was a 200m dash to the ground :(
That said, it was a cracking 4 days.
You doing SA? Im not, but im eargerly awaiting the 2012 qualifiers draw on 7th Feb.
Hats off to your old man VG. I hope you looked after him during his absence through injury. (and I bet you told all your mates at school)