Man city away in the snow (jensen from halfway via shins!) came out the ground with porkpie and Hugo z hackenbush, Hugo got chopped down I got a square one across the jaw didn't see it coming, chipped tooth. Nothing could take the shine off the result anyway.
Took a slap at Bristol City in the cup game from the welcome committee coming out of the away end. My Dad's mate then lamped the bloke and it got worse from there.
My Old Man got attacked outside the Old Den (Tony Burman equaliser) he was holding my 8-year old hand at the time. Classy lot.
Been chased down many side streets over the years - Leicester, Grimsby, Wolves, Stoke and the Old Den to name a few..
Took a few from a huge group of millwall fans in deptford a couple of years ago was drunk and stupidly shouted charlton when they were all chanting and kicking over bins, only a few came ove thankfully took a few but was still standing and cursing.
[cite]Posted By: The Organiser[/cite]Think we did get unlucky, as most seemed to come back with no problems. And I applaud the Ukrainians for not being tooled up, like many other nations.
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.
We met some scary buggers on the sleeper train but as long as you told them you hated Croatia they'd leave you alone...
As you say, Dnipro was a dodgy place from start to finish but luckily we just kept our heads down and after a few offers and "no thanks" we got some peace and quiet. They even tried the old send over a gobby teenager to square up to you and get you to react trick but we just kept walking after spotting quite a reasonably-sized group mingling near that McDonalds watching the whole thing. Getting followed into TGI Fridays and propositioned for a trip outside was very novel I thought. All they were interested in was engaging small isolated groups with treble/quadruple + numbers. We were eventually holed up in a bar and patio full of England lads near the Maccies all day with very little Police to be seen and they had no interest but to watch from afar. We did hear the following night in Kiev that a Yorkshire lot had called it on in Dnipro and come under a bit of fire. Sounds like you had two very wrong place wrong time moments. England away is a dangerous enough hobby, don't think anyone English needs to call it on anymore, we've all got a target on our chests in most of the places you go to.
Your last line pretty much sums up what I'm doing for SA. Nothing booked, no plans to go, hoping for a cracking draw for the European qualifiers, will only go over very last minute if it looks as if we've got a shout of getting right down to the end.
I remember the manure league cup game, somehow there was a cock up with the trains and we ended upon Crewe Station at about two in the morning when a large group of West Ham turned up, it looked like it was gonna kick off as there was far more of them than there was us, amazingly nothing happened and we all ended up playing cards on the train back...
Just as we were pulling into London one of the spammers who'd lost all him money said we were cheating and it all kicked off, I remember getting a smack in the mouth that sent me to the deck and as I went to get up I spotted loads of dosh on the floor that had been sent flying, needless to say I sharp filled my pockets, best punch I ever got. The fight went on for ages and must have gone up and down the train several times, when we got off in London we all got off as if nothing had happened....
The worst thumping I got was at Peterborough in the early seventies, me and my mate were working there and as we passed the ground at about 4:30 we saw the gates were open so we went in to see the last ten minutes. After a short while we got the feeling we were being watched and we started getting a loud of verbal from the home fans.
Apart from our work clothes we didn't look out of place, then I realised I was wearing a black and white scarf I'd liberated from a Luton fan that season, Peterborough were playing Stockport who were playing in black and white so they thought we were away fans. Before we realised what was happening about twenty of them attacked us while the old bill just stood and watched.
Fortunately, my mate, a big bloke from Abbey Wood called Mickey Wiggins, had a huge wrench in his work trousers and he managed to restore a bit of order with a few hefty swipes of his trusty spanner, I can still remember the boots going in that day...
[cite]Posted By: RedZed333[/cite]I went to get up I spotted loads of dosh on the floor that had been sent flying, needless to say I sharp filled my pockets, best punch I ever got.
no, never. Walking out of Molineaux though, after our 4-0 opening day PL win, talking quite happily with a couple of decent Wolves fans my Dad suddenly told me my wife was in a spot of bother. Turning round expecting to go to her aid she instead had a Wolves fan up against a wall by the throat after already having ripped his England shirt from practically off his back. Two Old Bill nearby turned and looked the other way. Turned out he'd thrown some burger sauce which had hit me on the back, unknownigly to me. Funny thing was they went off and then at the top of the road we saw them complaining to the Police and pointing my wife out. When she went over to the Old Bill happily to in turn accuse them of assault they legged it. She's hated Wolves ever since.
Had my nose broken by Wolves "fans" when I was 8 after a 3-0 lose in 1970.
Big brave boys........
Large, like your good lady, I've disliked Wolves ever since......
[cite]Posted By: Rudders22[/cite]Close shave for me was Reading at the old ground. Before the game got chatting to an undercover copper who warned us there would be trouble and we should stay in the pub where we were.. got a cab to the ground if I remember. As my mates and I were passing a pub I hear a loud roar and wondered why me mate started speeding up. Then a few seconds later I heard glasses being thrown across the raod behind us (luckily us at the front wern't earing any colours). Then as we were walking along the main road to the station everytime we passed a side road we saw a fight going on at the end of it (it was like a war zone). when we got to Reading Station there was a charlton fan with his bloodstained white t-shirt toen with blood puring out of his head... Was so glad we didnt have to wait long for a train
A load of bad blood between us and Reading in the 1970's. A lot of trouble at a PSF in 1976 where this Reading lad had is ear sliced off. I happened to be in the wrong place at the wrong time as about 30 of his mates took revenge on me. I thought I was going to die...
I was at that game I think Rudders, 0-0 in 1996 I think. I was 16 at the time. Walked back to the station after the game with my mate, amongst a mixture of Charlton and Reading scarfers, with a handful of OB casually accompanying us along the road. Suddenly became aware of a big group of lads outside a pub on the other side of the road, chanting "Who the f**king hell are you?". Next thing there's bottles flying through the air and they've charged over the road. I legged it and got a safe distance from the main action. Turned round to see where my mate was and saw him face down on the floor with a riot copper on his back putting the cuffs on. When I tried to plead his innocence he started waving his baton at me. Must have run about 3 miles looking for the police station. It transpired that my mate had got a bottled smashed over his head when it first kicked off and then, being a pretty big and intimidating 16 year old, had been nicked by OB, who in the confusion were nicking anyone who looked remotely like a hooligan. My mate ending up appearing as a witness in court when one of them went on trial a couple of months later, and got £75 compo for the bottling. After he got nicked he was put in a police van for about an hour with a couple of the hooligans - he said that neither of them had anything to do with Reading (both Chelsea) and reckoned it was some sort of BNP group.
Was also at the Sheff Wed cup game a couple of years back. Chatting to my brother on the way out of the ground, looked up to see a group of pretty angry looking Wednesday boys in front of us and then heard a Charlton voice behind us say "this is it". We were in no-man's land in the middle and had to sidestep out of the way pretty sharpish!
Was in a pub with Mortsgenius, Oohah and another guy (not sure if he posts on here) in a pub at Hereford in the 90's. It kicked off and the guy with us chucked an ashtray into the fray, it bounced back off a beam and smacked him in the face, cutting the top of his eye open!!
The old man got spat on once outside of St Andrews and I saw a bloke get randomly attacked with a punch in the stomach by a passing Wolves fan outside Molineux. Both fairly cowardly acts but very tame in the grand scheme of things. Oh and we got pellted with coins in the away end at Elm Park in the match where Bowyer and Chandler made their debuts. At the time thought it was all a bit out of the blue but reading this thread seems we've got a bit of history with Reading - two pretty unlikely clubs to have rival firms! Apart from that, nothing.
Generally stay well away from any signs of trouble because, frankly, I'm a bit of a pussy! Travelling by car I think helps as most of the bother seems to centre around train stations.
One of my early games was away at Reading in the promotion year 80-81. I remember it made it on the telly for some reason. We won 3-1 and although I was only young, I seem to recall loads of fighting after the game and even a car being turned over. Does anyone remember this?
massive aggro with them back in the 70's in a preseason friendly...they seemed to have a big afro contingent in those days...I remember them attacking our coaches and thinking we might have to run the gauntlet back to the station....somehow amongst all the mayhem (and we were no innocents) I managed to get back without any serious scrapes...just a couple of handbags at 10 paces encounters...anybody remember the brick through the coach window V Pompey away?
Was about 15 when two shitty scally northern ratmen Oldham Athletic fans aged about 40ish walked past me coming away from Shithurst Park when they 'bravely' kicked me in the posterior from behind and stole my Charlton hat, in my view that was an away game. Utter Cnuts and I have hated Oldham Athletic ever since. I have put a hex on the two knob ends!!
reading through this post there seem to be a fair few stories of not just being hugely outnumbered or attacking from behind but aggro with kids under 16 minding their own business (not talking about the younger lot who walk the walk, cos if you do that you can't complain if someone older and bigger than you bites)... what's the point? can't believe any of that makes anyone look harder. Surely part of the fun would have been/be actually having a contest?
True. I have no problem with hoolies rowing with each other - providing it's not in front of scared kids or involving people's garden walls or motors. Personally I think it's a bit sad, but to each his own. What really f***s me off about football is the random stupid acts of violence committed by people who haven't got the bollocks to do it as part of a firm (i.e. kicking off with someone who wants it and will fight back) but want to slap a few scarfers around. That's the very definition of the word 'pathetic'.
[cite]Posted By: Leroy Ambrose[/cite]True. I have no problem with hoolies rowing with each other - providing it's not in front of scared kids or involving people's garden walls or motors. Personally I think it's a bit sad, but to each his own. What really f***s me off about football is the random stupid acts of violence committed by people who haven't got the bollocks to do it as part of a firm (i.e. kicking off with someone who wants it and will fight back) but want to slap a few scarfers around. That's the very definition of the word 'pathetic'.
i agree with this the most. I like controlled violence i.e I enjoy watching boxing or UFC or any sort of violence related sport. However do not agree with violence when it affects others who dont want it. If two likeminded people meet at a given location and want a queensbury rules style altercation then fair play to them its when they bring others into it who dont want any part of it that it gets out of hand.
Blackburn away the championship year. 5-6 of us got followed to the station by a huge mob of them. Was pissed as a fart, but was still very concerned that we were going to get a hiding.
Another really dodgy one was going to Sunderland a few years ago. Got the train and there was a huge mob of Cardiff on their way to Hartlepool on the same train. They seemed an alright bunch until the train pulled in at the Stadium of Light. They went potty, managed to get off just before the train pulled away, within 5 mins tge train was back on the platform minus most of the windows!
Was in France for the world cup and Marseille was not pretty. We had tickets for Columbia but watched the Tunisia game on the beach. Seemed like most of North Africa turned up that day was the sole purpose of kicking my head in!
Other than Millwall raining a few magners bottles down on us at LB a few years ago no.
Oh and Carlsberg got a whack in the Lib against the saints cos he went back for his coat when it was kicking off Im sure the coat could have waited that day
Cafcbourne - that was market porter against palace wern't it .
Had a close shave with a big group of cardiff after ipswich before because some idiot decided to give it ( sheepshagger)etc then remembered we had to walk past them.
I remember getting a whack from greater manchester police ( scum ) after bolton when some copper started on one of our fans.
Hope you don't mind one from an outsider - Northwich v Huddersfield 2nd rd FA cup mid eighties. My mate and I are making our way to the ground, when about 20 Yorkshiremen dressed in blue & white cross the road to greet us - my mate legs it over a fence and leaves me to face the mob. Knowing I'm in for a pasting (as I am wearing my green & white scarf), the gobby ring leader says "are you Northwich" to which my reply was "fcuk me, well done Sherlock" - needless to say I got a good hiding ( I did manage to drop the gobby one before going down). To put the top hat on it, a few minutes later I picked myself off the ground, feeling a black eye developing, my nose pumping red stuff and my ribs aching - and 2 the counties finest Special Constables approached me and said " anymore of that and we'll arrest you" - needless to say I wasn't best pleased with the lack of bravery they had shown over previous few minutes - watching me get a good pummeling, so told them quite forcefully where to go - they let me on my way. We managed a draw that day, then went to watch the replay (ribs still aching) - got hammered 6-0! - the good old days!
My first away aggro was at St Andrews, we were winning 1-0 with a Keithy Peacock goal and playing quite well...
In the second half the 'Wonder Kid' known as Trevor Francis scored a hat trick and we got stuffed 4-1...
As we left for the safety of the Lewis coaches we found the old bill had moved them about half a mile away and as we were 'escorted' down the road it was raining bricks and bottles the whole way....
When we finally got on board we had a quick count up and 3 of us were missing, Chris Slattery, his bird and of course mother, whose name was Doreen I think....
Of course we couldn't leave without big Chris but as there was a group of about 200 brummies racing across a huge park towards us things were getting very hairy indeed....
Suddenly someone spotted Chris ambling down the road casually eating a big bag of fish and chips....!!!
Someone shouted at him to get a move on but anyone that knew Chris knew he never hurried for anyone...
Chris was about 50 feet from the coaches when the brummies reached the fence, the missile rained down on the 3 of them including a pram which knocked the big fella clean out...!!!
No one on that bus fancied getting off that coach to mix it with the brummie hordes but we did it for Chris and we all fought like fcuk until the old bill turned up and they had it away on their heels..
When we got back on the coach there was quite a lot claret flowing and the only thing Chris moaned about was losing his fish and chips and Doreen going on about getting her bright red coat ripped, somehow a whole sleeve had got ripped off and I remember my bruised ribs really hurting trying not to laugh...
On the way home we had the usual sing song and I did my usual rendition of 'Spanish Eyes'...
The good old days, wouldn't swap them for the world...!!!
Oh cause not, no one has been stupid enough to try it with me, grrrr!
As for the World Cup, I'm giving that a miss as well for the obvious, will decided weather to renew my membership when the draw for the euros is done. C'mon on Malta, Iceland and Ireland away!
[cite]Posted By: RedZed333[/cite]My first away aggro was at St Andrews, we were winning 1-0 with a Keithy Peacock goal and playing quite well...
In the second half the 'Wonder Kid' known as Trevor Francis scored a hat trick and we got stuffed 4-1...
As we left for the safety of the Lewis coaches we found the old bill had moved them about half a mile away and as we were 'escorted' down the road it was raining bricks and bottles the whole way....
When we finally got on board we had a quick count up and 3 of us were missing, Chris Slattery, his bird and of course mother, whose name was Doreen I think....
Of course we couldn't leave without big Chris but as there was a group of about 200 brummies racing across a huge park towards us things were getting very hairy indeed....
Suddenly someone spotted Chris ambling down the road casually eating a big bag of fish and chips....!!!
Someone shouted at him to get a move on but anyone that knew Chris knew he never hurried for anyone...
Chris was about 50 feet from the coaches when the brummies reached the fence, the missile rained down on the 3 of them including a pram which knocked the big fella clean out...!!!
No one on that bus fancied getting off that coach to mix it with the brummie hordes but we did it for Chris and we all fought like fcuk until the old bill turned up and they had it away on their heels..
When we got back on the coach there was quite a lot claret flowing and the only thing Chris moaned about was losing his fish and chips and Doreen going on about getting her bright red coat ripped, somehow a whole sleeve had got ripped off and I remember my bruised ribs really hurting trying not to laugh...
On the way home we had the usual sing song and I did my usual rendition of 'Spanish Eyes'...
The good old days, wouldn't swap them for the world...!!!
Chris Slattery.....that's the name I was trying to remember when we went to the coaches at Halifax and the bricks rained down and hit Chris's girlfriend on the head as she was about to board the coach. There was a corner shop near the coache(s) and my mates that had been in there getting a drink for the journey home were confronted by the Halifax mob. Lets just say, they didn't have their bottle of drinks when they boarded the coach!
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My Old Man got attacked outside the Old Den (Tony Burman equaliser) he was holding my 8-year old hand at the time. Classy lot.
Been chased down many side streets over the years - Leicester, Grimsby, Wolves, Stoke and the Old Den to name a few..
We met some scary buggers on the sleeper train but as long as you told them you hated Croatia they'd leave you alone...
As you say, Dnipro was a dodgy place from start to finish but luckily we just kept our heads down and after a few offers and "no thanks" we got some peace and quiet. They even tried the old send over a gobby teenager to square up to you and get you to react trick but we just kept walking after spotting quite a reasonably-sized group mingling near that McDonalds watching the whole thing. Getting followed into TGI Fridays and propositioned for a trip outside was very novel I thought. All they were interested in was engaging small isolated groups with treble/quadruple + numbers. We were eventually holed up in a bar and patio full of England lads near the Maccies all day with very little Police to be seen and they had no interest but to watch from afar. We did hear the following night in Kiev that a Yorkshire lot had called it on in Dnipro and come under a bit of fire. Sounds like you had two very wrong place wrong time moments. England away is a dangerous enough hobby, don't think anyone English needs to call it on anymore, we've all got a target on our chests in most of the places you go to.
Your last line pretty much sums up what I'm doing for SA. Nothing booked, no plans to go, hoping for a cracking draw for the European qualifiers, will only go over very last minute if it looks as if we've got a shout of getting right down to the end.
Just as we were pulling into London one of the spammers who'd lost all him money said we were cheating and it all kicked off, I remember getting a smack in the mouth that sent me to the deck and as I went to get up I spotted loads of dosh on the floor that had been sent flying, needless to say I sharp filled my pockets, best punch I ever got. The fight went on for ages and must have gone up and down the train several times, when we got off in London we all got off as if nothing had happened....
The worst thumping I got was at Peterborough in the early seventies, me and my mate were working there and as we passed the ground at about 4:30 we saw the gates were open so we went in to see the last ten minutes. After a short while we got the feeling we were being watched and we started getting a loud of verbal from the home fans.
Apart from our work clothes we didn't look out of place, then I realised I was wearing a black and white scarf I'd liberated from a Luton fan that season, Peterborough were playing Stockport who were playing in black and white so they thought we were away fans. Before we realised what was happening about twenty of them attacked us while the old bill just stood and watched.
Fortunately, my mate, a big bloke from Abbey Wood called Mickey Wiggins, had a huge wrench in his work trousers and he managed to restore a bit of order with a few hefty swipes of his trusty spanner, I can still remember the boots going in that day...
great stuff!
Big brave boys........
Large, like your good lady, I've disliked Wolves ever since......
A load of bad blood between us and Reading in the 1970's. A lot of trouble at a PSF in 1976 where this Reading lad had is ear sliced off. I happened to be in the wrong place at the wrong time as about 30 of his mates took revenge on me. I thought I was going to die...
Was also at the Sheff Wed cup game a couple of years back. Chatting to my brother on the way out of the ground, looked up to see a group of pretty angry looking Wednesday boys in front of us and then heard a Charlton voice behind us say "this is it". We were in no-man's land in the middle and had to sidestep out of the way pretty sharpish!
Generally stay well away from any signs of trouble because, frankly, I'm a bit of a pussy! Travelling by car I think helps as most of the bother seems to centre around train stations.
i agree with this the most. I like controlled violence i.e I enjoy watching boxing or UFC or any sort of violence related sport. However do not agree with violence when it affects others who dont want it. If two likeminded people meet at a given location and want a queensbury rules style altercation then fair play to them its when they bring others into it who dont want any part of it that it gets out of hand.
Blackburn away the championship year. 5-6 of us got followed to the station by a huge mob of them. Was pissed as a fart, but was still very concerned that we were going to get a hiding.
Another really dodgy one was going to Sunderland a few years ago. Got the train and there was a huge mob of Cardiff on their way to Hartlepool on the same train. They seemed an alright bunch until the train pulled in at the Stadium of Light. They went potty, managed to get off just before the train pulled away, within 5 mins tge train was back on the platform minus most of the windows!
Was in France for the world cup and Marseille was not pretty. We had tickets for Columbia but watched the Tunisia game on the beach. Seemed like most of North Africa turned up that day was the sole purpose of kicking my head in!
Oh and Carlsberg got a whack in the Lib against the saints cos he went back for his coat when it was kicking off Im sure the coat could have waited that day
Had a close shave with a big group of cardiff after ipswich before because some idiot decided to give it ( sheepshagger)etc then remembered we had to walk past them.
I remember getting a whack from greater manchester police ( scum ) after bolton when some copper started on one of our fans.
My mate and I are making our way to the ground, when about 20 Yorkshiremen dressed in blue & white cross the road to greet us - my mate legs it over a fence and leaves me to face the mob. Knowing I'm in for a pasting (as I am wearing my green & white scarf), the gobby ring leader says "are you Northwich" to which my reply was "fcuk me, well done Sherlock" - needless to say I got a good hiding ( I did manage to drop the gobby one before going down).
To put the top hat on it, a few minutes later I picked myself off the ground, feeling a black eye developing, my nose pumping red stuff and my ribs aching - and 2 the counties finest Special Constables approached me and said " anymore of that and we'll arrest you" - needless to say I wasn't best pleased with the lack of bravery they had shown over previous few minutes - watching me get a good pummeling, so told them quite forcefully where to go - they let me on my way.
We managed a draw that day, then went to watch the replay (ribs still aching) - got hammered 6-0! - the good old days!
In the second half the 'Wonder Kid' known as Trevor Francis scored a hat trick and we got stuffed 4-1...
As we left for the safety of the Lewis coaches we found the old bill had moved them about half a mile away and as we were 'escorted' down the road it was raining bricks and bottles the whole way....
When we finally got on board we had a quick count up and 3 of us were missing, Chris Slattery, his bird and of course mother, whose name was Doreen I think....
Of course we couldn't leave without big Chris but as there was a group of about 200 brummies racing across a huge park towards us things were getting very hairy indeed....
Suddenly someone spotted Chris ambling down the road casually eating a big bag of fish and chips....!!!
Someone shouted at him to get a move on but anyone that knew Chris knew he never hurried for anyone...
Chris was about 50 feet from the coaches when the brummies reached the fence, the missile rained down on the 3 of them including a pram which knocked the big fella clean out...!!!
No one on that bus fancied getting off that coach to mix it with the brummie hordes but we did it for Chris and we all fought like fcuk until the old bill turned up and they had it away on their heels..
When we got back on the coach there was quite a lot claret flowing and the only thing Chris moaned about was losing his fish and chips and Doreen going on about getting her bright red coat ripped, somehow a whole sleeve had got ripped off and I remember my bruised ribs really hurting trying not to laugh...
On the way home we had the usual sing song and I did my usual rendition of 'Spanish Eyes'...
The good old days, wouldn't swap them for the world...!!!
As for the World Cup, I'm giving that a miss as well for the obvious, will decided weather to renew my membership when the draw for the euros is done. C'mon on Malta, Iceland and Ireland away!
Chris Slattery.....that's the name I was trying to remember when we went to the coaches at Halifax and the bricks rained down and hit Chris's girlfriend on the head as she was about to board the coach. There was a corner shop near the coache(s) and my mates that had been in there getting a drink for the journey home were confronted by the Halifax mob. Lets just say, they didn't have their bottle of drinks when they boarded the coach!