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Alright, someone has to go first I guess.
Season 1994/1995 and over in England for a week long footy holiday. Travelled all over Britain for a measly sum of 90 Dutch guilders in that time. The ticket was bought and paid for in Holland and completely put up in Dutch language. Every time the train staff came around for the ticket control, me and my mate gave the perfect impression of Dumb and dumber (of course I was the latter
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The train staff, just couldn't make anything up out of the ticket and we played the totally innocent tourists. So during that week stay in Britain, we managed to travel from London to Liverpool, from there on to Glasgow and back to Liverpool. After that down to Sheffield/Wolverhampton, back to Liverpool again and from there on to Crewe and back. After that, travelling to Newcastle and final call at London.
Anyway, as my mate, who was a Feyenoord fan desperately wanted to visit Wolves (The John de Wolf factor), I decided to head down to Sheffield for our encounter with the Owls. Got my ticket at the Goodison ticket office and went down to Lime Street, sporting my brand new Umbro Everton rain jacket. After arriving in Sheffield, I didn't have a clue where to go and just started to follow a group of Evertonians.
After a while, I spotted Hillsborough, crossed the road and started to walk down to the stadium. When doing that, I came across three gorilla look-a-like Wednesday thugs. Seeing, I'm not the smallest person myself (1m90), they were just huge. As they walked towards me the middle one, and biggest porkchop of the threesome said something in the lines of, "**** off to Liverpool, you dirty scouse *u** and managed to spit me right between the eyes.
In one split second (and certainly not my most carefully thought of moment ever), I turned round and threw my half full plastic cola bottle towards them. BULLSEYE!!!
Hit Porky-boy full force in his fat bacon like neck. All three of them turned around immediately and came charging down towards me. **** me, I thought and instantly felt very sorry for myself. Poor Dutchie is gonna die in bloody Sheffield. Didn't even get the chance to make amends for my betrayal to the Great British railways
. Started to back off and a few travelling Evertonians must have noticed what was going on and came charging across the road.
Too late, the Sheffield meatheads (why do they call them owls, don't look anything like that?), grabbed me by the collar of my rain jacket. Just as Über Porky was ready to introduce his fist, first class to my not so pretty face, a Bobby came flying in batton charging the three stooges. The police, a man's best friend. At least to me, at that moment of time. All three were arrested and the policeman who rescued me, told the others what happened and pleaded my innocence.
Don't remember, if the game was really that dull (we drew 0-0), or it was just the adrenaline pumping through my veins.
Season 1994/1995 and over in England for a week long footy holiday. Travelled all over Britain for a measly sum of 90 Dutch guilders in that time. The ticket was bought and paid for in Holland and completely put up in Dutch language. Every time the train staff came around for the ticket control, me and my mate gave the perfect impression of Dumb and dumber (of course I was the latter
)The train staff, just couldn't make anything up out of the ticket and we played the totally innocent tourists. So during that week stay in Britain, we managed to travel from London to Liverpool, from there on to Glasgow and back to Liverpool. After that down to Sheffield/Wolverhampton, back to Liverpool again and from there on to Crewe and back. After that, travelling to Newcastle and final call at London.
Anyway, as my mate, who was a Feyenoord fan desperately wanted to visit Wolves (The John de Wolf factor), I decided to head down to Sheffield for our encounter with the Owls. Got my ticket at the Goodison ticket office and went down to Lime Street, sporting my brand new Umbro Everton rain jacket. After arriving in Sheffield, I didn't have a clue where to go and just started to follow a group of Evertonians.
After a while, I spotted Hillsborough, crossed the road and started to walk down to the stadium. When doing that, I came across three gorilla look-a-like Wednesday thugs. Seeing, I'm not the smallest person myself (1m90), they were just huge. As they walked towards me the middle one, and biggest porkchop of the threesome said something in the lines of, "**** off to Liverpool, you dirty scouse *u** and managed to spit me right between the eyes.
In one split second (and certainly not my most carefully thought of moment ever), I turned round and threw my half full plastic cola bottle towards them. BULLSEYE!!!
Hit Porky-boy full force in his fat bacon like neck. All three of them turned around immediately and came charging down towards me. **** me, I thought and instantly felt very sorry for myself. Poor Dutchie is gonna die in bloody Sheffield. Didn't even get the chance to make amends for my betrayal to the Great British railways
. Started to back off and a few travelling Evertonians must have noticed what was going on and came charging across the road.Too late, the Sheffield meatheads (why do they call them owls, don't look anything like that?), grabbed me by the collar of my rain jacket. Just as Über Porky was ready to introduce his fist, first class to my not so pretty face, a Bobby came flying in batton charging the three stooges. The police, a man's best friend. At least to me, at that moment of time. All three were arrested and the policeman who rescued me, told the others what happened and pleaded my innocence.
Don't remember, if the game was really that dull (we drew 0-0), or it was just the adrenaline pumping through my veins.
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Phil Neville Superstar
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Great read that DT!
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countless people have told me tales of a kickin in sheffield, the Police are full on there these days though.
Nice shot lid.
Thanks. Still pmsl now, thinking back of it. Always a nice story to tell when talking to fellow footy fans.
I once got surrounded by a group of Aberdeen's finest in a phone box outside Motherwell's ground. I gripped the handle of the phone to hit them with and just looked even more pathetic. I escaped.
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Went to West Ham a few years ago, was about 13/14 maybe a bit younger. Will never forget Super Lee Carsley knocking it in right in front of me in the 60 something minute. Then after the game we got stuck in traffic at a cross junction and the Everton bus got stuck aswell right in the middle. Showed my badge off to David Unsworth who was at the window fist pumping the air at me. Also got eye contact with Wayne Rooney, but definatly a great memory for me!
Not an Everton story, but here's another one.
Back to the 94/95 season and Fortuna were away to Top Oss in the Dutch first division. We were top of the league at that time and actually won the division that season. It's only about an hour drive from Sittard to Oss, so we brought quite a following with us. Before, during and after the game there were all kind of kick offs, in and around the stadium and town. During the game, lots of fireworks, cigarette lighters and other stuff was thrown over and back.
After the game, when everything looked to have settled down a bit, me and a mate, started to walk back to our car. As we lost sight of the rest of our travelling party before the game, our car was parked far away from the rest of the lads. So, when walking back towards our car, we were spotted by a gang of young Oss lads. "Think they are Fortuna, I heard them say." Immediately took of my jacket, and said "actually I'm quite sure of that", and showed my Fortuna shirt. Not really scared, as they all were younger and smaller than us, we kept on walking. However their numbers seemed to swell, and at one point there must have about 30-35 of them.
Was only waiting for the moment they would try to attack us. And sure enough, they started to count down from ten. "wait till they are at one and start legging it", my mate gestured. So said and done, started running and they all chased us like a pack of wolves. Luckily we were only about a hundred meter away from our car, were our three mates were already waiting. Although, three, one had caught a bad case of stomach flu and was sitting in the car. The other one was having a piss and number five was, searching for something in the trunk of his car. Get those bats out mate, I shouted at him.
They didn't know what was happening and looked very bemused when they saw us chased by thirty odd Oss lads. My shout must have confused those Oss lads, as they started to slow down. At that point my mate (who was a well known Feyenoord lad in these days), turned round, took one step forward and said: "let's get it on then, as we're more evenly numbered now. So for a moment, there we stood. Four Fortuna lads, against thirty odd Oss. Then the strangest and most lucky escape of my life happened, as they just turned round and started running off, chased by the four of us.
They kept running for quite a distance, with us close on their heels, trying to sound as impressive and scaring as possible. On our return to Sittard, we learned, that they ran straight into the Sittard mob and really got a good hiding.
Back to the 94/95 season and Fortuna were away to Top Oss in the Dutch first division. We were top of the league at that time and actually won the division that season. It's only about an hour drive from Sittard to Oss, so we brought quite a following with us. Before, during and after the game there were all kind of kick offs, in and around the stadium and town. During the game, lots of fireworks, cigarette lighters and other stuff was thrown over and back.
After the game, when everything looked to have settled down a bit, me and a mate, started to walk back to our car. As we lost sight of the rest of our travelling party before the game, our car was parked far away from the rest of the lads. So, when walking back towards our car, we were spotted by a gang of young Oss lads. "Think they are Fortuna, I heard them say." Immediately took of my jacket, and said "actually I'm quite sure of that", and showed my Fortuna shirt. Not really scared, as they all were younger and smaller than us, we kept on walking. However their numbers seemed to swell, and at one point there must have about 30-35 of them.
Was only waiting for the moment they would try to attack us. And sure enough, they started to count down from ten. "wait till they are at one and start legging it", my mate gestured. So said and done, started running and they all chased us like a pack of wolves. Luckily we were only about a hundred meter away from our car, were our three mates were already waiting. Although, three, one had caught a bad case of stomach flu and was sitting in the car. The other one was having a piss and number five was, searching for something in the trunk of his car. Get those bats out mate, I shouted at him.
They didn't know what was happening and looked very bemused when they saw us chased by thirty odd Oss lads. My shout must have confused those Oss lads, as they started to slow down. At that point my mate (who was a well known Feyenoord lad in these days), turned round, took one step forward and said: "let's get it on then, as we're more evenly numbered now. So for a moment, there we stood. Four Fortuna lads, against thirty odd Oss. Then the strangest and most lucky escape of my life happened, as they just turned round and started running off, chased by the four of us.
They kept running for quite a distance, with us close on their heels, trying to sound as impressive and scaring as possible. On our return to Sittard, we learned, that they ran straight into the Sittard mob and really got a good hiding.
Reidy's Bottle Of Grecian
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was your mate in the battle of Beverwijk ? when they stopped on the motorway and had it out at the zwarte market, I was about the 4th car as the traffic stopped on the motorway,they saw it on cctv straight away and put the red lights on to stop everyone else, otherwise I would've ran straight into it.
Yes, he was. Told me beforehand, something was gonna happen. Didn't say what or where though. Was watching my local amateur team, when the news started to dribble in, about one Ajax supporter being killed. Was relieve when my mate called me to say he was fine.
Think that battle was a sign for him to settle down a bit.
Reidy's Bottle Of Grecian
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My mrs was working at the hospital cleaning, said she's never seen so many beaten up people, and they had armed guards between the floors as they were still wanting to get at each other.
good tales dutch toffee , keep them coming
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I remember back in '65 when I was just 4 years old, it was my first blues game. We played Nottingham Forest away at their place. The crowd was packed out and their had been a few stabbings as things got heated. It was about 35 minutes in to the actual game when a Nottingham Forest suicide bomber ran on to the pitch heading for the great man Brian Labone. It was by pure divine intervention that the suicide bomber was beamed up in some sort of air craft and never seen again.
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