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Fedayn
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A bit different to Everton Valley in 2005 then?!
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JimW
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I've heard tell of a few incidents but always seemed to miss them meself. I am crap fan!
ETA: These have reminded me of one away game at Tranmere (always a Friday night). Walking back to the station on my own, followed by a bunch of twelve year olds on bikes going 'Youse are crap, you are' and trying to kick my arse, and having that thing where you're a grown man and can't hit kids but on the other hand four of them might well take you down
All came to not much of course and got on the train and went home.
Deareg
Well-Known Member
Haven't heard of that one Fed, What happened?
Fedayn
Well-Known Member
Different as in no headless running up and down doing nothing. United got hammered. A genuine proper old tear up. It was after the 2005 FA Cup game at Goodison which you won 2-0. United got an escort back to town and some broke off and got served up. Was a nasty day by all accounts. Mate of mines in the United escort before the game mentioned how nasty the atmosphere was the whole day.
Deareg
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It was always a bad atmosphere against Everton, even worse than when we played Liverpool for some reason, always seemed to kickoff more as well.
Athos
Well-Known Member
Have followed Luton all over the country for years. Plenty of low grade aggro, but mostly just empty gestures.
With the exception of a handful of incidents. Off the top of my head: kid next to me getting a deep, wide, six-inch gash in his head when hit by OB; bloke stabbed at Plymouth; coach bricked at Maine Road; chased round back streets at Roker Park, Leeds and Oxford United; a warm reception at the Old Den; rows on the pitch at Watford.
Thankfully, my mum wouldn't let me go to Kenilworth Road when Milwall came in '85.
With the exception of a handful of incidents. Off the top of my head: kid next to me getting a deep, wide, six-inch gash in his head when hit by OB; bloke stabbed at Plymouth; coach bricked at Maine Road; chased round back streets at Roker Park, Leeds and Oxford United; a warm reception at the Old Den; rows on the pitch at Watford.
Thankfully, my mum wouldn't let me go to Kenilworth Road when Milwall came in '85.
Fedayn
Well-Known Member
Been to loads of Everton v Man U games, in the 80's I don't think I can remember a game when it didn't kick off.
chieftain
Mega Gammon
That photo just keeps giving
I like that tubby #2 is surrendering.
Or perhaps he's Nazi saluting DCanio?
Deareg
Well-Known Member
I remember fighting with Everton fans after an FA cup QF game at OT in the early 80's, United won 1-0 and the police let everyone out at the same time, I have never known such a feeling walking across the car park, I don't think anyone spoke until the fighting started then there were running battles and fights breaking out all the way from the ground and down Stretford road with you lot on one side and us on the other, me and my mate then had to cross to the side of the road that all the Everton fans were on so that we get onto our bus and ended up fighting again at the bus stop with other United fans jumping off to help us.
Fedayn
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Was at that game as a teenager, fucking mental. Terrified and enthral;ling at the same time. United scored with moments to go as I remember.
Deareg
Well-Known Member
We brought Macari on with 2 or 3 minutes left, got a corner and he headed the ball to Stapelton who scored with a volley, the feeling was one of pure hatred after the game, it was fucking horrible.
Fedayn
Well-Known Member
Yup that's the one. I went on the train with my sisters ex boyfriend. Got a lift back with a United supporters bus that used to pick up at the end of my street. Jim Arnold was in goals for us that day, he was outstanding but to no avail....
Das Uberdog
remembers the alamo
i think this is still crap hooliganism, but you know i'm not sure...
in Feb 2011 Chester FC went to play Chorley Magpies at Chorley (Evo-stik Premier Division I), after a bit of an upset with Chorley's away leg. Chorley were the underdogs, but pipped Chester to the post with a 1-0 victory which was followed by a pitch invasion from the Chorley end (the Chester 'Ultras' weren't best pleased about it). after the match, the gaggle of nasty scrots who make up the Chorley team trashed the dressing room up at the Deva (Chester's ground) smashed up tiles with their studs and threw food about.
when the return leg came about, some of the more vocal Chester ultras wanted revenge - and the game was billed as a grudge match. Chester fans were all over their chatrooms mouthing off about revenge, and one quote in particular did the rounds all over Chorley 'when we're done with your town it'll look like Beirut'). Chorley's capacity was 3,200 (but has since been reduced to 3,000) and as word got out about the rowdy Chester fans, tickets started to sell out. there were 1,000 tickets for Chester, and 2,000 for Chorley - and they went in days. not only this, but the tickets were printed on cheap receipt paper and proved incredibly easy to forge. the Council and local paper, seemingly oblivious to the hostility brewing between both sets of fans, really excitedly plugged the game and the Police were very relaxed about crowd control (on the day i think there were around 30-50 officers on duty).
when the match came the atmosphere at the ground was very tense. according to testimony from Chester fans the Police had cottoned on all too late to the threat of trouble and had given some of the Chester lads a hard time getting off the train - but those measures were already obviously ineffectual. by the time the match started, the ground was absolutely full (only one side of the pitch is seated, the rest is stands including a muddy grassy bank along one side). alongside the 3,000 ticketed Chorley fans there were also doubtless hundreds of fans with forged tickets and to top it off, a crowd of nearly 1,000 Chorley locals who were menacingly waiting around outside the ground for the match to finish. before the game even started there was a pitch invasion from Chorley which necessitated police dogs and truncheons. some missiles were hurled over the flimsy metal partition separating Chorley and Chester fans on the bank. more police were needed to line the Chorley side of the partition throughout the course of the game.
by all accounts, the Chester fans were cowed by the end of the match (which they won 1-0) - a significant number of their fans consisted of children, wives and girlfriends who weren't particularly prepared for the appalling atmosphere. during the course of the game a brick was lobbed over the garden wall of one of the terraces surrounding the ground into the Chester area, where it knocked an old man on the head who had to be rushed to hospital. by all accounts, almost the entirety of the Chorley crowd were up for a fight and had rallied with all kinds of grand ideas of mounting a defence of their town against Chester 'Hun' (heard it likened to the Defence of Madrid by one pisstaker, first as tragedy then as farce...)
at the end of the game the police tried to stagger the crowds exit, letting Chorley leave first. however, around 300 Chorley fans invaded the pitch and charged at the Chester end. pretty much all the police officers available were engaged in battling this crowd with CS spray, dogs and truncheons. the police that were left panicked, and started hitting and punching the Chester fans out of the ground and towards their coaches, having neglected to note that the coaches had relocated due to the Chorley mob who had been hanging around outside the ground. The Chester fans were pushed straight into this crowd, whose numbers were being constantly supplemented by a stream of other locals and also the Chorley fans who were exiting the ground at the same time. a huge battle ensued, police brought in horses and reinforcements, and i've heard all kinds of horrific stories about what went on.
things just kept on getting worse for Chester, as groups of several hundred fled the battle-ground and attempted to work their way back across Chorley to the train station - hounded by roving mobs. in one story, recounted on Chester's Deva chat forum, a group of around a hundred Chester fans tried to rally their spirits by starting up a chant whilst walking over a roundabout, and were attacked by around 50 tooled up locals from a nearby pub.
to add insult to injury, in order to cover their arses the initial Police response was to blame rowdy behaviour on the Chester end, and a conspiracy of silence amongst Chorley police, media and citizenry continues to perpetuate the myth that tooled up Chester ultras were antagonising the genuinely concerned Chorley public.
1 person was stabbed outside Wetherspoons, and countless more were injured and/or traumatised. Chorley-Chester is now an official 'grudge' match and last time they played was policed by around 500 officers.
for more personal tales of horror, the devachat thread is still available here:
http://www.devachat.com/index.php?showtopic=67340
Edited: got crowd numbers wrong
in Feb 2011 Chester FC went to play Chorley Magpies at Chorley (Evo-stik Premier Division I), after a bit of an upset with Chorley's away leg. Chorley were the underdogs, but pipped Chester to the post with a 1-0 victory which was followed by a pitch invasion from the Chorley end (the Chester 'Ultras' weren't best pleased about it). after the match, the gaggle of nasty scrots who make up the Chorley team trashed the dressing room up at the Deva (Chester's ground) smashed up tiles with their studs and threw food about.
when the return leg came about, some of the more vocal Chester ultras wanted revenge - and the game was billed as a grudge match. Chester fans were all over their chatrooms mouthing off about revenge, and one quote in particular did the rounds all over Chorley 'when we're done with your town it'll look like Beirut'). Chorley's capacity was 3,200 (but has since been reduced to 3,000) and as word got out about the rowdy Chester fans, tickets started to sell out. there were 1,000 tickets for Chester, and 2,000 for Chorley - and they went in days. not only this, but the tickets were printed on cheap receipt paper and proved incredibly easy to forge. the Council and local paper, seemingly oblivious to the hostility brewing between both sets of fans, really excitedly plugged the game and the Police were very relaxed about crowd control (on the day i think there were around 30-50 officers on duty).
when the match came the atmosphere at the ground was very tense. according to testimony from Chester fans the Police had cottoned on all too late to the threat of trouble and had given some of the Chester lads a hard time getting off the train - but those measures were already obviously ineffectual. by the time the match started, the ground was absolutely full (only one side of the pitch is seated, the rest is stands including a muddy grassy bank along one side). alongside the 3,000 ticketed Chorley fans there were also doubtless hundreds of fans with forged tickets and to top it off, a crowd of nearly 1,000 Chorley locals who were menacingly waiting around outside the ground for the match to finish. before the game even started there was a pitch invasion from Chorley which necessitated police dogs and truncheons. some missiles were hurled over the flimsy metal partition separating Chorley and Chester fans on the bank. more police were needed to line the Chorley side of the partition throughout the course of the game.
by all accounts, the Chester fans were cowed by the end of the match (which they won 1-0) - a significant number of their fans consisted of children, wives and girlfriends who weren't particularly prepared for the appalling atmosphere. during the course of the game a brick was lobbed over the garden wall of one of the terraces surrounding the ground into the Chester area, where it knocked an old man on the head who had to be rushed to hospital. by all accounts, almost the entirety of the Chorley crowd were up for a fight and had rallied with all kinds of grand ideas of mounting a defence of their town against Chester 'Hun' (heard it likened to the Defence of Madrid by one pisstaker, first as tragedy then as farce...)
at the end of the game the police tried to stagger the crowds exit, letting Chorley leave first. however, around 300 Chorley fans invaded the pitch and charged at the Chester end. pretty much all the police officers available were engaged in battling this crowd with CS spray, dogs and truncheons. the police that were left panicked, and started hitting and punching the Chester fans out of the ground and towards their coaches, having neglected to note that the coaches had relocated due to the Chorley mob who had been hanging around outside the ground. The Chester fans were pushed straight into this crowd, whose numbers were being constantly supplemented by a stream of other locals and also the Chorley fans who were exiting the ground at the same time. a huge battle ensued, police brought in horses and reinforcements, and i've heard all kinds of horrific stories about what went on.
things just kept on getting worse for Chester, as groups of several hundred fled the battle-ground and attempted to work their way back across Chorley to the train station - hounded by roving mobs. in one story, recounted on Chester's Deva chat forum, a group of around a hundred Chester fans tried to rally their spirits by starting up a chant whilst walking over a roundabout, and were attacked by around 50 tooled up locals from a nearby pub.
to add insult to injury, in order to cover their arses the initial Police response was to blame rowdy behaviour on the Chester end, and a conspiracy of silence amongst Chorley police, media and citizenry continues to perpetuate the myth that tooled up Chester ultras were antagonising the genuinely concerned Chorley public.
1 person was stabbed outside Wetherspoons, and countless more were injured and/or traumatised. Chorley-Chester is now an official 'grudge' match and last time they played was policed by around 500 officers.
for more personal tales of horror, the devachat thread is still available here:
http://www.devachat.com/index.php?showtopic=67340
Edited: got crowd numbers wrong
spacemonkey
I Love Noodles
I went to Port Vale away once. After the game I was eating some chips with my mate and saw loads of people being chased down the street by coppers. Apparently it was some Stoke fans out to cause trouble with Cardiff. We let them run past but the coppers pushed us along with the crowd. As we were jogging we told the coppers we were Cardiff (not Stoke) and he was quite pleasant and took us off down a side street so we were safe. Then we got our train and went home.
nastybobby
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In the mid 80's my team [Bradford City] drew Middlesbrough in the League Cup [or whatever it was called that year] at home. About a week before I contracted a fairly nasty bout of the shits, I couldn't eat and felt fairly rough and weak on the evening of the game. I decided to go as I was no longer visiting the WC every few minutes and thought I could risk it. 'Boro brought quite a following and they looked quite 'tasty', some scuffles before and during the game and then pitched battles as I walked back to the City centre with my [older] cousins.
As we rounded a corner a Transit van pulled up and around 10 'Boro fans jumped out and ran towards us, my 2 cousins, myself and a mate ran as fast as we could. I wasn't fast enough, my illness had sapped my energy and within about a hundred yards, they'd piled into me. I was wearing a Pierre Cardin sweatshirt, a pair of Adidas Gazelle and some trackie bottoms. They gave me a real hiding and stole my sweatshirt and my trainers, I had to walk back to my cousin's car in my socks in a semi-concussed state, they pissed themselves when they saw me and just as we were about to leave I 'followed through' violently and we had to drive as fast as possible to the nearest petrol station, with all the car windows down, where I had to clean myself up in the bathroom.
As we rounded a corner a Transit van pulled up and around 10 'Boro fans jumped out and ran towards us, my 2 cousins, myself and a mate ran as fast as we could. I wasn't fast enough, my illness had sapped my energy and within about a hundred yards, they'd piled into me. I was wearing a Pierre Cardin sweatshirt, a pair of Adidas Gazelle and some trackie bottoms. They gave me a real hiding and stole my sweatshirt and my trainers, I had to walk back to my cousin's car in my socks in a semi-concussed state, they pissed themselves when they saw me and just as we were about to leave I 'followed through' violently and we had to drive as fast as possible to the nearest petrol station, with all the car windows down, where I had to clean myself up in the bathroom.
JimW
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Don't want to 'like' such a sorry tale, but fuck me that's some poor luck!
imposs1904
Thread Killa'
I think you misunderstood the thread title. It's not that sort of 'crap hooligan'.
I just think that welsh people sound too friendly to be proper hooligans
'oh where are you goin? sounds lovely'
xes
F.O.A.D
Not really a hooligan moment, but yesterday, after Luton failed to go up, the fans were leaving, all sollum faced, and one fan was going back down the steps, against the flow of people, and dared to bump into a fellow Luton fan, who kicked off at him. I 
'd the infighting nature of this pillock willing to start a fight with one of his own fans. Twunt.
'd the infighting nature of this pillock willing to start a fight with one of his own fans. Twunt.Does Tommy Robinson still go to the games?
co-op
But....but cLoWnFiSh....
I went to Roots Hall to see Brentford play there in about 1978 with my friend who was wearing a Brentford scarf. We were 14. This boy about 2 years older than us came over and started hassling us a bit when we were in the ground and then tried to take my mate's scarf. There was a really pathetic struggle and then he said 'sorry' and let go and walked off.
Heavy duty.
Heavy duty.
xes
F.O.A.D
saw several EDL tyle wankers on the train up and back again, but saw no sign of Tommy Cuntinson at the game. But that wasn't in Lutonia, and may have been a bit too far for ol' noncey to go without an enterage.
el-ahrairah
forward communism, forward gerbils!
I was in the Bobby Moore once for an Irons - Newcastle game. A few rows in front of me was a solitary Geordie. When Newcastle scored he jumped up and cheered. A west ham type in front of him turned around and started giving it. And then all his neighbours told him to behave. So he stopped giving it, and watched the football instead.
el-ahrairah
forward communism, forward gerbils!
Also, I lived on White Hart Lane for a year and saw lots of deeply unpleasant behaviour from Tottenham fans but the once that lives with me is watching a gang of Tottenham fans relieving some European boy of his scarf (god knows what game it was, it was a long time ago) and throwing it into the road, where it landed on a car bonnet. The driver got out and returned it to the boy. The spurs fans wandered off a bit embarrassed.
co-op
But....but cLoWnFiSh....
I was at White Hart Lane once, for Tottenham vs Villa way back in the glory days of Graham Taylor and Ian Ormandroyd (was that his name? The Ross Jenkins of Div 1, that fella). Anyway it was in the days of proper cages everywhere and for some reason I was in the Villa end (shows how good their segregation was). Anyway after a bit of verbals over something or other, the Villa fans "charged" the door at the front of the cage where a steward promptly got up and legged it letting the door - which was a good 6 feet wide, loads of space - swung open leaving a gaping hole for a proper pitch invasion...and the Villa fans all stopped and stood still right on the line of the fence and waited while a solitary copper came along and swung the door shut again about 15 seconds later. He didn't bother run, just strolled over.
Proper rubbish hooliganism.
Proper rubbish hooliganism.
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