Away Day Memories
- Thread starter Phil Neville Superstar
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Never considered myself a football hooligan, but was all part of following your team away from home. As said, I'm not much of a fighter, but those first division games could turn quite nasty in that era. Still is actually, there is much more trouble in the lower division, than there's during Dutch Eredivisie games.
ijjysmith
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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)
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.
I was at that flaming game!!
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alan ball
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Can anyone remember the opening game at Chelsea 1978 when it all kicked off at Kensington High street, the Chelsea fans turned off the power lines on the tube and had a running battle with our fans and fire extingishers and god knows what were flying through the air that day. It made newspaper headlines the next day Oh and we won 1-0 Andy King scored
DionDublin
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every year we went to play a london team after millwall at home, riots at euston.
still the only team i hate.
still the only team i hate.
one that sticks out ,was going to west brom one year in the 80,s. I brought along a mate of mine spam for his first away trip, we went down by special(i know shithouse, but it was his first away).
As soon as we got off at the station all the lads were outside, someone had got the idea to go in there end, and they were waiting to get a few more numbers a load got over the road to join in before the coppers got the escort together, but to be honest i wasnt that keen as i had spam in tow and going in albions end was a bit heavy for someone new to aways, and was happy enough to just see spam getting all excited over the thought of everton taking there end, they legged the wba all over there end and were rounded up and walked around the pitch to a rousing applause from are end .
At the end of the game i was a bit worried as it was a cert wba boys would put on a show and more than the usual running across the waste ground at you on the way back like every other year, so i told spam to stay close and dont get split up, he was a big lad about 6 ft 3 but still young and didnt know the score at the aways at that time, what ******* happens as soon as we get out he goes missing, i ran along the escort to try and see him no luck in the dark ,im shitting myself he has been left behind so, left the escort and walks back towards the ground looking for him, after a few minutes im slap bang in the middle of there following
crew, when i heard a voice shouting me, oh for **** sake ,i knew who it was right away,TROUBLE in big ******* letters my mate tony, cant use his nickname as it will become clear a bit later, this lad was nuts, could have been winston churchills scripwriter when it came to heroic everton speeches he was your man , if outnumberd and looking like it was time to back off(do a runner) he would pipe up but were everton ,we cant do that and off he would go with his speech, it would leave you feeling like you would rather rob the blind box, than run at that moment in time and you would end up in some escapade or other, had talent that lad , he was like a scouse version of billy graham ,have you believing anything for a moment even if your common sence knew it was wrong.
Anyway back to the story , i tried to give it one of those who the **** is he talking to looks, its night time i have about 200 of there boys around me and no chance of running anywere, and there all looking at him. no chance he would clock this and do a runner like any normal fella, no its "edge over here mate" and walks over to me, were sussed what a ******* feeling that is, like being on a big dipper and going down but knowing its not going to stop at the bottom till it hits something,
he had come up in a van with some road end lads on a revenge mission after one of theres had took a hiding , they were now dots in the distance, must have been immune to tonys speeches being red like, now its just a matter of time and place were going to get it, there all milling around waiting for some **** to throw the first dig, tonys not in the least botherd by this i am, he is rambling on come back with us mate in the van it will be a laugh, i said i havnt got much choice now mate have i, then two of them make there move, and one booted me from behind ,before the others could join in tony moves in on this fella, and is walking up the road with what looked like he had is arm round his shoulder, i though this is it were going down but, none moved depite my best come on then shouts bravado before the beating that was to follow, tony calm as anything is walking up the road with this fella and says get here quick edge, and if any of you move he gets it, i got along side him sharpish, i was shitting myself to be honest, only to then see why none of there boys ways making a move, he had a knife agianst this boys face and every time one of them got near he cut him a little bit more the fella,s face was a blubbering wreck of blood and spit and screamed at them to stay away, i felt sick at the sight of this fella but if it was time for self presevation i couldnt tell him to let him go as we would have got a right hiding ,and i didnt want this going any worse so i just grabbed this brummie and siad stay away and i will make sure he lets him go but he will do your mate and a few more if you try it on so **** off with your mates, he called tony a clown for some reason , which resulted in anouther inch or two of his mates face getting scarred before they took the hint, this went on till we got to the carpark, it was only about 50 ft but it seemed like miles and hours to me to get there, luckly a crew came out of the carpark and legged the brummies , but tony now wants to get him in the van ,and only lets him go, as i siad theres murder outside come on leave him , god knows what would have happend to him if he was bundled in the back of a van and i wanted no part of anything like that, i was sick before we went on are way, really scared that day the way it was panning out.
On the way home we broke down outside stafford and some women appeared at an upstairs window and started to strip off, she could see us and didnt give a toss, one of the lads with us was a little bit slow and was getting really worked up and started banging on the side of the van, he was like one of those chimps you see at the zoo with a big hard on and didnt know what to do with it so goes batshit crazy , a man appeared and took her away from the window just as she was about to be naked due to his loud banging.
We bunked the train from stafford home, and some mancfans were on board they locked themselves in the mail van when they caught sight of us ,but we had enough excitement for the day, well most of us had, not tony he had spotted one hiding behind a newspaper trying to look all innocent, so he trys talking to him, i had had enough of him by this stage and would have deffo stepped if he had started on him, my nerves were shred, the manc was trying not to look at him, so tony opens the door of the train right next to him it was the old type that opened outwards ,were going about 60mph, the manc still will not engage with him, who in there right mind would, so softarse opend all the doors in the carriage outwards,i was shitting it,but didnt want to leave the manc alone incase it took a turn for the worse, so tony then strips off bollox naked , and sits next to him and sets the paper on fire from the bottom , the manc finally say what the **** going on mate and lashes the paper outside shitting himself , who would blame him, when tony started talking to him quite normal about the match, despite being naked on a train with all the doors open, what the hell goes through someones mind like that i never know, we ended up having a laugh with the manc , and i bet he has told that tale a few times to his mates.
away days not like that anymore thank god its gone civerlised ,and safe and long may it continue, ,
sorry about ramblng on but am bored in work and dutch toffee deserved a reply as i enjoyed his dutch footy stories. ps spam got home ok
As soon as we got off at the station all the lads were outside, someone had got the idea to go in there end, and they were waiting to get a few more numbers a load got over the road to join in before the coppers got the escort together, but to be honest i wasnt that keen as i had spam in tow and going in albions end was a bit heavy for someone new to aways, and was happy enough to just see spam getting all excited over the thought of everton taking there end, they legged the wba all over there end and were rounded up and walked around the pitch to a rousing applause from are end .
At the end of the game i was a bit worried as it was a cert wba boys would put on a show and more than the usual running across the waste ground at you on the way back like every other year, so i told spam to stay close and dont get split up, he was a big lad about 6 ft 3 but still young and didnt know the score at the aways at that time, what ******* happens as soon as we get out he goes missing, i ran along the escort to try and see him no luck in the dark ,im shitting myself he has been left behind so, left the escort and walks back towards the ground looking for him, after a few minutes im slap bang in the middle of there following
crew, when i heard a voice shouting me, oh for **** sake ,i knew who it was right away,TROUBLE in big ******* letters my mate tony, cant use his nickname as it will become clear a bit later, this lad was nuts, could have been winston churchills scripwriter when it came to heroic everton speeches he was your man , if outnumberd and looking like it was time to back off(do a runner) he would pipe up but were everton ,we cant do that and off he would go with his speech, it would leave you feeling like you would rather rob the blind box, than run at that moment in time and you would end up in some escapade or other, had talent that lad , he was like a scouse version of billy graham ,have you believing anything for a moment even if your common sence knew it was wrong.
Anyway back to the story , i tried to give it one of those who the **** is he talking to looks, its night time i have about 200 of there boys around me and no chance of running anywere, and there all looking at him. no chance he would clock this and do a runner like any normal fella, no its "edge over here mate" and walks over to me, were sussed what a ******* feeling that is, like being on a big dipper and going down but knowing its not going to stop at the bottom till it hits something,
he had come up in a van with some road end lads on a revenge mission after one of theres had took a hiding , they were now dots in the distance, must have been immune to tonys speeches being red like, now its just a matter of time and place were going to get it, there all milling around waiting for some **** to throw the first dig, tonys not in the least botherd by this i am, he is rambling on come back with us mate in the van it will be a laugh, i said i havnt got much choice now mate have i, then two of them make there move, and one booted me from behind ,before the others could join in tony moves in on this fella, and is walking up the road with what looked like he had is arm round his shoulder, i though this is it were going down but, none moved depite my best come on then shouts bravado before the beating that was to follow, tony calm as anything is walking up the road with this fella and says get here quick edge, and if any of you move he gets it, i got along side him sharpish, i was shitting myself to be honest, only to then see why none of there boys ways making a move, he had a knife agianst this boys face and every time one of them got near he cut him a little bit more the fella,s face was a blubbering wreck of blood and spit and screamed at them to stay away, i felt sick at the sight of this fella but if it was time for self presevation i couldnt tell him to let him go as we would have got a right hiding ,and i didnt want this going any worse so i just grabbed this brummie and siad stay away and i will make sure he lets him go but he will do your mate and a few more if you try it on so **** off with your mates, he called tony a clown for some reason , which resulted in anouther inch or two of his mates face getting scarred before they took the hint, this went on till we got to the carpark, it was only about 50 ft but it seemed like miles and hours to me to get there, luckly a crew came out of the carpark and legged the brummies , but tony now wants to get him in the van ,and only lets him go, as i siad theres murder outside come on leave him , god knows what would have happend to him if he was bundled in the back of a van and i wanted no part of anything like that, i was sick before we went on are way, really scared that day the way it was panning out.
On the way home we broke down outside stafford and some women appeared at an upstairs window and started to strip off, she could see us and didnt give a toss, one of the lads with us was a little bit slow and was getting really worked up and started banging on the side of the van, he was like one of those chimps you see at the zoo with a big hard on and didnt know what to do with it so goes batshit crazy , a man appeared and took her away from the window just as she was about to be naked due to his loud banging.
We bunked the train from stafford home, and some mancfans were on board they locked themselves in the mail van when they caught sight of us ,but we had enough excitement for the day, well most of us had, not tony he had spotted one hiding behind a newspaper trying to look all innocent, so he trys talking to him, i had had enough of him by this stage and would have deffo stepped if he had started on him, my nerves were shred, the manc was trying not to look at him, so tony opens the door of the train right next to him it was the old type that opened outwards ,were going about 60mph, the manc still will not engage with him, who in there right mind would, so softarse opend all the doors in the carriage outwards,i was shitting it,but didnt want to leave the manc alone incase it took a turn for the worse, so tony then strips off bollox naked , and sits next to him and sets the paper on fire from the bottom , the manc finally say what the **** going on mate and lashes the paper outside shitting himself , who would blame him, when tony started talking to him quite normal about the match, despite being naked on a train with all the doors open, what the hell goes through someones mind like that i never know, we ended up having a laugh with the manc , and i bet he has told that tale a few times to his mates.
away days not like that anymore thank god its gone civerlised ,and safe and long may it continue, ,
sorry about ramblng on but am bored in work and dutch toffee deserved a reply as i enjoyed his dutch footy stories. ps spam got home ok
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Phil Neville Superstar
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Tony is a psychopath.
he was mate, did some mad things over the years could go on for pages about him, but he later met a girl and settled down totally laid back and swerved any trouble you would never think it was the same fella
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Nce one edge. Love these kind of stories.
no probs mate, iam working on lates weds so try and recall a few dutch trips for me to pass the night. love reading about other footy cultures,
alan ball
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Can anybody share the memory of being at Newcastle on the 24th March 1978 incidentally it was Good Friday and we won 2-0, Latchford and McKenzie. They used to house the away fans in the paddock and the friendly Geordies jumped from their pen into the Everton one and all hell broke loose. The Referee had to stop the game while the local constabulary restored order, I remember Mike Lyons clenching his fist as if to say he was with the fans all the way. It was back page headlines in the Daily Mirror the next day as "Bad Friday" We played Leeds United at home the next day and Manchester United away 2 days after that. Players today couldn't cope with that now
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