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Originally Posted by sub three hours
What an interesting picture of the type of 'pond-life' that made football fans loathed throughout the country and got English teams banned from Europe...but which made for absolutely brilliant and exciting Saturday afternoons. ![EEK!](images/smilies/eek.gif)
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This is true,
from" Tommy Doc is Dr Doolittle,because every other week he goes to the Stretford End to talk to the animals" headlines, to pictures of lads with darts in their eyesocket/ nose bridge being escorted to the "hospital area" (St Johns Ambulance tent).
Home or away, you knew the chances of you being caught up in mindless violence were high, and were probably the cause of you being there. Football was a rush that you could not get anywhere else, but it all depended on the team that you followed, because not everyone gave a £#%&! about Bolton, but if United came to town every single brain donor was there to greet us. We had to prove ourselves week in, week out, just like the team we supported, but we didn't come out on top every time,no matter what memories us old £#%&!ers have!
I was never any type of hard man, but our reputation made us out to be mental cases who didn't give a £#%&!.
Maybe we had the numbers over all the others but Cardiff gave us a day out....
But I'm not here to slag it off, they were some of the best years of my life in a group of like minded people that I would have followed or been a part of in any situation.
Most of us grew up/ matured/ aged ( not all of us )
![Big Grin](images/smilies/biggrin.gif)
but the passion does not leave you, once United forever United.